Lyrics:
missed me by an inch
Then it blasted in the pay phone
Then I jet to the west to get my bulletproof vest
From Madlib
A void rhyme entering my chest
these ain't coming out
Niggas tying rope around your fam, yo
With shooters so high the nigga won't land, yo
Wrist a hundred grand, yo
All gold stove
the day, my Mama told me boy, you pack your bags
I send the mayor down in his pickup truck
The jury look at me, say outta luck
And I'm alone, I'm
I'm weathered by tonights storm,
Will I find out what its really all for?
Thank God for the life he gave me,
cnd the bright light wrapped around me.
If
sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four-fives and nines than a deck of cards (woo)
You can take me
My sweet Dachshund followed me around
While packing up to move to Canada
These are the things we saw
Beautiful things we saw on April 4, oh
black, well-done beef cooker
My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
a witness
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws
[verse 4 - fatal]
Vocally undestructible
Your crew ain't got
think of the world
All goin crazy
Walls around us bound to fall
You see I'm trapped in your mind
And now we going crazy
Hey I'm not that bad at all
When
by The fake Can't tell The friends from The enemies
Having Wicked thoughts hoping God got telepathy
4.5 with me Cause I think my life's in jeopardy
Yeah, yeah yo, yo
I used to tap dance all around a nigga jaw
Too much flair
Put Iron Sheik in a figure-four
Two lil' niggas hold and go
And stickin'
been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind
Calm down,
Whatchu even call that
Ima need like all that
In a room with these four walls
Ima knock 'em down
So it's fuck bitches and all that
They won't even call back
on the counter is vibrating
When I'm coming every four seconds the floor starts shaking
Peel off the roof so the walls start to cave in
Controlling satellites,
Hussein
[Verse 4]
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These C`s watchin` me,
Two CDS` of armed
please let me be free of my confessions
I just want enough, I just want enough
I just want enough, I just want enough
I just want a refill, give me mac
don't need no stylist
Roll around the city with my partners
I know this shit for me, no other option
I'm on a path to greatness ain't no stopping, yeah
see it in results
Making up for the past by accepting all my faults
I only let 'em see me win cause ion tell me bout my lost
Bitch I won't let them take
That I got from out in Oakland
From my nigga Slow Motion
With the Mac Miller's
Me and my fam the most dopest
Crackin' my drugs, back against the wall
Yo
I'm horny, flow so sick that i came with a warning
Bars so sick they call me prince charming
Just been sick in the mandem's toilet, Barmy
Spin
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
the walls bounce in my head Mac
Got so high I forgot to die
Now I walk around town shit mesmerized
From the lights that I see
And the joy that I bring
Leaving this earth to see where it come in
Ride by the pussy with nothing on my mind
R.I.P. Mac and you taught me to shine
You was there in my deepest
to the scene, best dressed, bad bitch with me
Pockets real stuffed, shit look like rotisserie
Call you by your real name, soon we got history
Pain in these
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