Lyrics:
the scene
My family tight
If you roll the dice
Then your last sight is gonna be of the beam
Yo
Played ball
Started throwing the set
Got the mac down that I
cause I might get antsy
It's not my fault your boyfriend can't stand me
We wouldn't even talk, but of course she asked me
Now I'm just a pole where your
ringing
I'm from where are you down to ride is a silly question
Me and my kills repping every milli second
The young ones really stepping with them silly
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin'
but a little funky mac song
All I'm sayin' is that I wanna smack it all night long
On and on until the early morn'
Givin' up all you need so you can
right it isn't fair
Wouldn't it be nice
If it was me and you tonight
And we could make the moment right
With you just laying by my side
Why aren't
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
have stayed on course
The rap game is yours
But I snuck indoors
Like a Trojan horse
In the Trojan wars
I was chosen boy
But my Achilles heal is just
muthafucker tonight
In the last second of life
Pain is slippin' away
What if this happened to you or your boy today?
How would you feel?
In the last
understand
Girl you're all I want
I'm holding down my head
Gucci designer bag is on the table where she sat
The door opens again
I got something you want
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
smoke
That's when we laugh
When you cry because
Lil boy you a joke
Word onna street
Is that you spinnen for bro?
I hope you do, my choppa
Hungry it be
Iverson
Straight out that Lake I'm resilient
Whoa oh Whoa
Pull out the mac, yo let's get it in
Ohh, look who's at it again!
I'm from the south where we do
begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin' to nightfall so I can enjoy
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin'
put your bitch, in my passenger sac,
Label me a gold grill brown-skin Mac,
And I'm hard up, rollin' with gorillas and killas,
Tattooed and we hard up
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury
take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, 'cause I'm acorns
Where the base gone? Get the base blown, let
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
smoke is OJ
We got fs and macs and techs we got AKs with the drums(Bang Bang)
And all of y'all just in my hood are playin' with guns (Bang Bang)
We
We got FNs, MACs and TECs
We got AKs with the drums (Bang bang)
And all of youngins just in my
Hood love playin' with guns (Bang bang)
Ride by like
at the booty club
I'ma be where shit is twerking
You could say I'm on my Kirk
It aint me the birds are chirping
Niggas on that demon time
I'm just tryna see
a little tonight, ah, ah
Cause everybody's making trouble, someone's burst their bubble, but we'll be getting by alright, ah, ah, ah
My mind is kinda tender,
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
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