Lyrics:
AR 15's screaming up the block they missing
Them niggas wana see you fucking fall sneak dissing
We running up the score lil bitch keep listening
You
like Deion, I put the beat on
I need the Mac-10 on me shit I feel like T-boz
Came up by that water
In a city that slaughter
Kill ya son then slut out
to stay on track
All of us strapped up ain't talking laptops
Everyone 'round me they stay with a Mac
None of us goin' for none we'll shoot for each other
If
click
Click-Clack for the money;
No cap for the money,
Tote straps for the money,
2 macs for the money/
You gon' fuck around and get ya ass jacked for
of when we locked eyes
I’m missing the feelings of being swarmed with butterflies
I’m missing you and every part of me is in denial
I’m missing you
Flash
now
Took a couple of ears but you are vibing to my music now
I sit at home alone and catch a vibe all by myself
Then put it on an instrumental hoping
a diaper wipe in your drawers you pissing.
Your shorty looking at me with a different rule,
Yea I seen that look before can I sharpen my tool.
Now you crying
they're all hill
RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So
of missing you
I can't break through these walls
They are rising in front of me
The silence is so loud
The sound of missing you
The sound of missing you
of missing you
I can't break through these walls
They are rising in front of me
The silence is so loud
The sound of missing you
The sound of missing you
30 Sound
Yea
Vice Nu Royal
Count up the numbers
Count it up
Are you out of your mind
I put in overtime when I grind
I know my worth won't sign by
Oh yah, oh yah
It's Wesleyy
Yh I always gatta keep a mac
Cause these niggas don't know how to act
I done know that you ain't got my back
Harbour
over ??? honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody want to wet me up
The feds are tryin to set me up
Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these
and look at me the way you do
That's the prize my eyes have given me
Chorus
You are all my missing pieces
You smooth out all my creases
Your mystery
fucking lovely you are to me
We won't make it
Kill yourself
Cut yourself
Kill yourself
Cut yourself
Kill yourself
Cut yourself
Kill yourself
Cut yourself
me but you really fucking don't
Heart broke i just might might have to end it all
I'm getting high don't do that on the usual
I'm getting by that why
Yeah
This that mac miller type a shit
Make you wanna get on the mic and do a fucking spit
And this beat is hell-a sick
So i just gotta do something
forward
And live by the way
You'd give it all up for your brother
The veteran way
To the stars and much further
My time is missing
Know it's gonna take some
the darkest mornings when the covers are out of reach
Will the sun please start rising before this darkness becomes me
What is this, Johnny Mac's out there
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We bring 'em when we handle business (ya)
We fuckin' these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
(Chester)
Technologic singularity
Where did life go it's a parody
My thoughts went missing it's scaring me
Dystopian city in peril we deal with
'noid, they got me 'noid
They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
But I ain't paranoid
[Mac]
On Clearview, I took a look through
last
Even a ton on me I do it fast
Run up on me im defending I hit with the mac
Rattatatat
Retaliating I know where you at
(Hmmm hmmm)
Know who you are
school with a cap
Might think I'm lyin' when you hear my logic
Shout out to Lam, he taught me economics
Hard to pay attention, but I back up
Turn a penny
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