Lyrics:
back and get him
I've been saving these coffin spaces for the right ops i can finally fill 'em
Do you feel what i feel is inside of me wake up at night
the mac
And Ima rest ya cardiac faster than a heart attack
If I got it and you want it and you snatching you get clapped
No cap, straight facts these
back, and you by my side
That's why all around I think you unique
If I got goals. I'm playin for keeps
Niggas is broke they playin you cheap
Girl I'm wit
by the K
Yea, took me an L
Niggas be sending the mail
Rosa got sent to the back
Think I got caught in the trap
Holding me up with the Mac
Business yea
like a Mac
Yeah I fuck but I can't get attached
Pops know the hustle way back wit the H
I can't live mediocre
I can get it by many means
Had a whole
top down roof back with the paint switch looking mean
In the driver seat is the fat Mac or the fat man like my dog see is guaranteed I might have my
on the beat by the way
Look
Woke up focused on the cash today
Praying that none of my niggas pass away
Mac on my hip who I'ma blast today?
That's the type
Never had nobody in my corner from the jump
We ain't on the same page
You judge a book by its front
cll they see is the leaves
Not the trunk
reason like a caucus
The act is
It's just only to distract us
Rapid fire
I can show what the mac does
I snap my fingers
And I'll turn you all to black dust
a fiend (Get a needle)
Fiend that is
Shippin packs
Overseas that is (Hope it make it)
Comin' back
Triple C's that is
Gangin' bloods though
Triple B's that
that's all Watts, baby
She like the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I floss bitch come try me like a mark, and you gon see a Watts baby
All I know is
one day, looking up
I smoke a, uh, chill, Mac
Don't talk like that the feds
Listenin' remember back then, they weren't paying attention
Glock on my
two with a mac one, in the studio with guns
When they think I can't have one, you gon' die if you don't have one
You gon' die cause you play with a six
This is all fresh I address
And all coming
From the heart I express
I ain't tryna write a song
About fraud shine
The brightest while I be myself
a quota, you know once you jump off then
The thrill is over and your boyfriend ain't half
As raw
I mac a whore, my nickname should be apple store
you'll become sadder
Or that time you was crying all by yourself
And you asked God to take you away cuz your life don't matter
What you say will come back
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got
Every time I look into society today
It's always filled with muthafuckaz tricking the others with the fake!
Saying I'm a bad influence cuz my mind is
destinies brought me more pain
And i know i must try and tap into my will to live
But the truth is it's all already gone
I don't ask for much
Still always let
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
lies
But now you'll never know, you know you won't
And when the answers only divide
Walking in a crowd and I leave you behind
Back into the dark with
lies
But now you'll never know, you know you won't
And when the answers only divide
Walking in a crowd and I leave you behind
Back into the dark with
I've been watching you from a far
For as long as I can remember
You're all a real man could need
And could ever ask for
This is more than a crush
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