Lyrics:
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
on my style
Man like Samsung (Hol' up wait ayy)
AB ETA got them out done (Ayy ayy)
13 reasons why
You shouldn't at me (Woah woah)
You know the outcome
(Chorus) [D-Mac]
I had to, get it how I live
I had to, go and take them risks
I had to, take care of my biz
I had to, Man it is what it is I had to
I
they never putting no cash up
Bitches ain't fuck with me when I was broke and now they got bad luck
All of my niggas be doing it big like we in a Mac
the strong can survive
And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive
Strive to stay alive, can't let no nigga smudder me
Got
like a ninja my door swanging like nun chucks
I was 15 in the field with that girl call it powder puff
Mama didn't know I was serving out her house,
thinkin I retired my Chuck
Put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin
Or me
as a loaded gun
And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run
Mac Miller, I'm the only one
But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium
Got
and Jay Mac, Skeet 64, 1st Degree, and Dub Sac
Lil Kingpin that's my young hog homie and my Folks Chuck Bz gonna be quick to mob for me
I'm lethal like
niggas got burners and want beef
That they gone flip with a spatula
When you see me, for the strap, better not reach
Cause AR by my side like I'm spelling
me
niggas thinking I'm crazy but niggas aint got no answers
I'm black revolutionary killing niggas like cancer
king 8 one ocho peso bands by
ya
'Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare
Pay for no health care, that's what you got Obama for
I got my CPs from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy
The chick with
my cousins.
You know I got 'em by the dozens.
Well, they brought home a bomb and they didn't act calm,
'cause up is where they went.
Ah, but now
involved
I call my shooter for tech support
He fuck around get the macs involved
He said he rollin like 50 deep
We fuck around get a strap for all
Some
My daddy said, draw nigga
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when
My daddy said, draw n****
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
N****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that's the protocol
Hotel cars,
Mac-a-don, and represent to the fullest
Put my name on a record I'll put your name on a bullet
I never liked ya anyway ya bitch you
Say my name so we can make
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
glowing
She grabbed me by my arm and asked where I'm going
A lot on my mind and I'm ready to blow it
The dope ease the pain. make me feel like I'm flowing
nothing even
The pit-bull's affiliated
Yeah, the trespasser's gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on
Yeah this is my mother fuckin' house
but this cash make this pussy talk (oww, yo)
Don't nothin' but a bag make this pussy talk (Quavo, Quavo)
Pussy work wonders on my anaconda (woo)
gangsta style
'Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
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