Lyrics:
to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful
I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos
Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers
Now I'm insured by the street,
nigga take you a loss (vroom, vroom)
Pull up in 'Rari, the engine is crackin', I take off the hat (hat)
Got me a sack, that's a fact, made by Mac
a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of the trading charter
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
Setbacks and distractions I seen 'em by the dozens
Stay focused make connections bro and get your money
Blew some bags in my past I was just a young'n
Now
Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your
Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-ooh
Oh
Uh, write your name on my death note, no Shinigami
Foldin' on me, bro must do some origami
Fallin' over there no, no way you can
"Damn, things aren't the same
I wonder if Aladdin is still my name
But it's nice to be in '80
And I gotta say thanks to you, genie"
He said, "There's
'd prolly be locked down in a can
Linked bad ting wouldn't be your man
Take off ting where I land my hand
Care what you say, I don't do all that
Cuz
bitches like "where Lebron at?"
I finish fucking her fishing like "where your mom at?"
In front the coppers I got choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe
write your hypocrisy in my book will not be enough
I'll keep silence because i will touch them without saying names
The cultivated person will die but
don't sip beer, we get wock by the six pack
I'm in the Midwest, got shooters all in Chiraq, Touchin' top shelf bowls for 5-5, Crip Mac
When I leave, I
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
vision! I’m not always going to say
Things the perfect way
The right way but I’m going to say how I feel
Right now, press, get ready
To write your
hit em with something
Tell em what they done got
[Mac]
Whoa I puts it down like them killers uptown
Or like when your momma catch you sucking
'm surrounded by fam doe
That part is mando, I don't understand your ass
Get a little fame, get a little name, then forget the same from which you came
That
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
fan
I write with the light from the lamp on my nightstand
With my pen in my right hand
And that's also my mic hand
Codeine in the sprite can
Ink
a scene
You lil boyz want to be grown, and you're still in your teens
(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I
the sand
In the name of a God all the storms you'll withstand
Or just running away because you'll find out soon that you're
Heading towards your doom!
be scared, the poet pen writes clear
My name unknown, so don't check your phone, it might be too long to shit your ringtone
I'm a Bama boy by birth,
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