Lyrics:
little thing I can do without
I use to go through
But now I go around
And Everybody talks
Like I'm goin down
I wonder how they're doin now
I don't wanna
Tell the girls it's cool, look but don't touch
I'll be home as soon as I can, I don't rush
Cause girl, you're baby girl, you're good just don't fuss
I
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
the eyes but I'm blue in the end cuz
Cold as the ice that's frozen the ends cuz
Hell froze over anything's next up
Grab it and dash they're screaming out
SOS
at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue
racing in Dubai
All I ever done was trap, then I changed it to the mic'
But this beef will never change, that shit's engraved into my life
I lost some
too, too
We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
Well we stayed all day and I'm gettin' sleepy
Sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy
Home already
stand tall, through it all
(Verse 3) [D-Mac]
My Uncle Tony died from aids so Im cautious with women
My Uncle Derrick lost his vision but told me I gotta
home? I don't know
All I really know is that I gotta get dough
Tired of being broke. Got shit to do
Man, I want some new shoes and my girl do too
But, I
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
explosion, all night it goes on
This journey is no fun
Keep myself to myself to finish this home run
I'ts the same every time which plays on my mind
I pray
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all
words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck 'em!
Shootin everything in
meant it
All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
am the mac 'cause the dogg got it goin' on
Livin' for the stick and you'll be lit like a hick
Oh, let me chill, 'cause I got too much money to get
I
they're like (we over here)
And where the fuck we goin', we're like (nowhere)
Yo' homie got clapped on, man, I don't care
The cops in my nana crib, but
to you to risk your career
I retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew, I could OD too
To even the odds some
He thought he Kelis get a baby victory
But all he
and money man
Ladies man, I'm the kiki man
Start with the war right now, right here
All fair when it's warfare, come there
Saw me with the big gun, but I
a process
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all
I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D. Take
got a feeling that they're aiming for the top of my ear
I'm not clear if they're using Mac 11s or spears
But over 4 damn years they've been mimicking
stay up, gon' leave by the phone
Steady posting about one man or the next
To make it seem like she's never alone
Knowing everyone's out, but she'll
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
side we the hat gang
In the Bronx that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
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