Lyrics:
eyes can see, cuz there could be
Much more in store, so listen carefully
As I brainstorm, but never in the same form
Honey, I got more tricks than James
high before
Red Wine
Baby Fine
Shorty eyes was low
And when I put on that Sade
Merlot by fireplace
I kick up my feet and I mack a hoe
Might slap a hoe
been felt the envy and the hate staring at my face
Who cares? Bang the bass, and chill wit the ladies
Tens, thousands, nineties, eighties
My sound
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
love to hate; shining they can't dimmer
Can't let ‘em get the trip up
3 until I zip up
You say you in yo bag right? Nigga This the stick up
I'll let it
right in her eyes and told her not guilty
Still in the trenches, didn’t make out, how could you not feel me
Could’ve took it right off yo hip but that’s
They're dying to smoke
I rise from the Smoke Zip tie then provoke
Some guys who tried To leave me to soak
In my own tears My eyes getting soaked
My ride,
Macks at the gate
So real, not fake, hanging at the lake
Walk in head high, don't give a fuck
Eyes probe, walk by, led fly, you duck
We sip top chef, bees
10 years in the ghetto where I never had a white friend
Dominicans and Puerto Rican's was the only light skin
It's crazy, colors shouldn't matter
my business
And I ain't killing em really but making a Killing by talking and making em listen
They know I stay in my lane
They pushing the pedal
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
through it and I'm glad that she made it where we come from that's a statement
Sometime, I just sit in amazement
Chorus 1x
Mem'ries don't live like
[Chorus x2]
Homey, open ya eyes and be alert when
The thing get to stutterin, and spittin, and squirtin
Holes in ya body by the time you pull ya heat out
Since I was young, been a mufuckin' mack, yeah
Long live Jack
Catch me a opp, put a bitch in the past
Money on his head, I ain't worried 'bout that
Give
at 10
I'm the dopeman robber ill leave you in the wind.
I garuntee your bitch, I'm so filthy
I'm the trashman, I'm the badman
Gutta is what gutta
Yo, it's the fly kicko, golden double eye nickel
Sly snickle, little change, the dry pickle
Pics blow, serious face like Don Rickles
Prime ripples, I
and the crown intact
Quiet to my face, but spit at my back. Rest in peace to Craig, they hate that I'm a Mack
Didn't ask for it, it just fell in my lap. I love
And she Inlove w my smile
And she say I'm never sober
U can tell my by eyes
10 racks inna booksack
Plus 5 racks in my pocket
I'm feeling 2 chains
I'm
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
(verse 1)
A nigga just sitting in the crib with instrumentals
Watching rain droplets hit against the window
Pretending like I’m the big fish in
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
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