Lyrics:
have preferred it if you were around and could have heard it - Damn
Sittin' at home cookin' this Easy Mac
Please believe me that
From the high life, we
on your toe
Pussy nigga that's the DC stamp
Carry two's, with my jewels
You niggas thinkin' jackpot
Well walk up on me
You gon' hear that Mac pop (blap)
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
I'm like top of the mornin
I told em that I'm the man they like true dat
Throw a beat at me I beat it blue-black
But you already knew that
I'm wavy I
[?]
Now these Mac's want to hear 'em for mackin' on slim Kim
Mad because she pay down, she bought me a gang of Tims
Have me sparky like Simpsons, hit
on in ya
If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
hoe
Ice in my veins like I’m D Lo
I swear that yo vision gon stay with me
You faced all endeavors so gracefully
Whole team eating say yo grace wit me
I
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
the world as simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin'
Where did that get me? High, more drinkin'
Now my head empty, so can it last
up on me
You stayed by my side
You my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche
Gave you the keys to the house
You should have my babies
We
with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down
Next time
with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down
Next time
give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't
give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't
baby, let's have a menage
Though you not impressed by the fancy jewels in the cars
That's what I love about you, always stay true to who you are
I seen
I to
Be in the position to make me feel so
Damn unpretty
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can buy all the make-up that MAC can make
totally
Oh now, please don't pass me by
Now there's nothing that I tell you
That will help you connect
The blood tortured night with the
Day that comes next
You see my shit isn't stock
I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls
Since I pissed off a cop a couple tickets I have copped
But I can pay
us clown wit us used to smoke a pound wit us now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up nobody even heard your stuff said its 187 187 me and see-Bo
strapped wit'
That MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil'
Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
(Pay attention)
Yo, SB (Holiday Season, nigga)
Ha (go hard)
I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard)
My tears have dried
And I know that
to me (that ain't shit to me)
Get you knocked off for some groceries (hah, what?)
Might pull up to your show and spray the scenery (rrah)
Like fuck it
the laziness inside me
May the haziness subside please
I'm just another fool to a wise man
And that's spoken like a wiseman, in the eyes of the
Poor man, I'm
post a pic and I tag it
TLP2 and now everybody is askin'
Y'all really get too caught up in the captions
Aye
Everyone that fucks with me's a no name
I got
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