Lyrics:
Packin da mac
Back in da lack
Leavin da lack
Leanin my back, lean back
I seep thru the crack
Speakin my mind i beez in da trap
Bees on my head,
New space coupe I'm in here swerving
I might take dat bitch to venus
Nigga talk shit imma shoot where walk and dis .40 Gon take his dumb ass up
dat
You were put in place
For me to show dat
Taking steps by faith
Would only grow dat
King inside me resides in thee
The prophecy was written sweet
kush burn one
[FREESTYLE]
I stick em up, you know I hit em up
Patnas can't get em up, choppa bullets ate em up
Zone 6 it dangerous, we don't talk
Mischievous and I Luv dat
-pull up on ya mom like a don, where ya son at
-u Kno Da mood, playing in the Streetz then u move by the rules
-stay on ya feet if u
don't play
Heard NLE Choppa said light up dat tookah
Dem hollows goin peak through his brain
Got ARs & shotguns in case a fuck boy wanna play put his ass
is fucked up with these masks and stuff
All these problems in the world, I float above
On this Kush cloud, I smoke loud
Grow it by the pound
They say,
the lanes
With that check by my side(dat bag)
Vision stay blurred
I don't see red lights(I don't)
Dreams of foreign whips(whips)
Growing up i had a little
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
(Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Swingin the suburb that's for the burbs
I rock mynk furs and shit you never heard
And 20 bay niggas on stage going bizerk
[chorus]
[Mac Dre]
Wen I step up
your pocket so pay up
When you sleeping we creeping we stay up
Broad day hallway we gone spray up Fuck all dat talking boy you better pray up
I ain’t
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just
thang with me
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been
nachanganya lugha
Niggas be like yo who dat
Kama Leo Ni vera then Kesho nikona huddah
Compare me to hova compare me to dre
Compare me to shady am definately
my vvs's want me girl then GPS it
She said she gotta iPhone. X for u UPS'd it
You know dat I finessed it...
On the block I'm moving like a menace,
zone to that Chiraq
Gotta get on niggas gon knock em down
And best believe Ima double back
I been turnt up since a lil nigga
No alcohol no pills
Mathematics, calculus
Stack up doe up from the floor up the numbers are immaculate
Push the Benz just like a fork this rapping is the facts ya bitch
Cut the work
enterntainment by Dre and Ed Lover
Malcolm X is the coach he's drawin' up the strategy
he's choppin up America's anatomy
'cause they're the ones/ we're up against
muthafuckin' mind
You must don't know, bitch I'm the kind
(Man it's cold)
It's cold as the Swiss Alps
People get on me, than homie I switch routes
Mac Dre
(Astray)
Dis a likkle story bout mi brethren Jon Mac
Him get deploy inna di ghetto by di don
Fi set a betta life fah himself
Him tell mi by any means
the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
Shoot ya videos goin' fuck ya groupie hoes
Talk dat shit like da hood don't really know da hood despise you
I kick it wit da same niggas use to bully
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