Lyrics:
I can't show no jealousy while I'm sittin' on top the throne
Shootin' up houses since hit a hundred, get away for police come
They first reaction
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends
nuttin changed
Livin this life for real
Man, we top the game
And I ain't never give up
Cause after this I'm just stuck
Talkin shit outta luck
Cause I'm
'Cause he only did what you all wanna do to me
Overwhelmed, overworked, overpaid
I'm on top of the world, sittin' pretty on a stack
But the static
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
want litty girl
With pretty curls
Who can rock my world
Reppin the Tommy
Bi***es in the lobby
We saying
We saying
We saying
We saying
Aye
Copy
I'm the Mac with the cheddar special breed check my pedigree
He ain't in the gym but yo nigga sweatin' E
specially cuzzzz
One of NONE ain't another that
Taking you cats into a world you probably ain't never even been before
Before we can even talk
There's money to be made, niggas want to get paid
I ain't
Yeah
Huh, it's been a long time
It seem like the whole world waitin' on the West Coast, hehe
We missed you
Welcome back!
Let's go!
Uh, yeah,
if yo ass ain't know by now I hits the scenery
so cleanery, sittin on chrome eighteeneries
I smoke a beedie, a tampa to the wood
mainly what I write
what's happenin
I've been around the world, seen a whole lot
Been to the bottom, been to the top
Livin like a rock star, close to the edge
Paranoid keep
pen light up when I hit it
How many blessings I earned while practicing
How many lessons I learned while bad tripping
How many funny things said by
Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies
Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly
I got a attic where I stash my scrilla
Keep a automatic mini heata by
baby, I wanna grow old together (I do)
But I'm a savage, baby, we gotta fuck hoes together (one or two)
Fuck what the world'll think, we drippin'
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top
the prescience is my yard
Sittin' in my driveway that still ain't paved
With a million dollars worth of cars
From the songs I made
Starin' straight into the sun
I'm a goner, I'm just starting to notice
That the whole World has darkened
Overnight, I'm over ripe, so take a bite
You over hyped, you getting likes
Ruth's Chris
Valet drooled on the Wraith (Skrrt)
It's all kinda tools in this Wraith (Skrrrt)
I had the MAC plus the Glock 40
If they pull us over, give it
still proud
I made you smile
On those days
Where you were down
I was born out of this world
An Alien but I was still YourFavoriteMartian
It's crazy man
Listen to the words of the melody
Girl, you can be anything that you wanna be.
In this world of opportunity
Do you see what I see?
If so, did you know?
Mac
Point my glicky at ya dome
This my world I'm cuppin double like Waynez on the styrofoam
My soul is like Mac commin out this Microphone
My flows just like
40
I'm in my own world, I'm out of this world, ain't talking Rick or Morty
I roll with that mac' and some cheese on me
Touch me this shit getting gory,
of an organized bank rush
sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
interceptin drug carriers and takin they home
popularity can make you a buck but
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