Lyrics:
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
the stu and spits his damn mind
That's talent, That's generational
Y'all like groupies watching his every move)
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by
singin to police
And if I went that route would Ra beg for more
He asked for another album
Say no more
These young lions watching me
They studying
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine (the Machine)
Smokin' weed by the pound, devil's playground
Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian
stings.
But some were stepping up like cardio machines in evenings
When gyms are overcrowded, heard we love you pastor Curt, word, I doubt it.
Deed
Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One
Hear the sound of my money machine
See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam
See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy
See
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
gon' cheer
Yeah my might life and my bite life
Got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
'Cause I'm countin' green in my money machine
That bitch sound
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
I'm feel like Flash McQueen
Pick up the pace man I'm a rap machine
It's hands up when I'm on the scene
I got a monster in my body and he itching
investing in some vending machines
From the ground up
We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From
thrung black birds off center, on central, locked
up in the parker center, at the corner of adelanto
and krome, police gone bird hunting in foshalee,
your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A black belt judo expert
With a machine gun
Gonna buy
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
I'm still caught in the wheel
Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A black belt judo expert
With a machine gun
Gonna buy
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A black belt judo expert
With a machine gun
Gonna buy
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