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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
A n***a Twitter ain't poppin' and a n***a got Twitter
What's up with it? N***as don't fuck with a n***a?
It's murder over beats until I be a hot n***a
Until I break the internet with every drop, n***a
I'm talkin' nine to ten figures, or maybe even bigger
Like a baby, we deliver in this life amongst the sinners
We the winners, we rollin' over pretenders
A veteran's agenda; you just another beginner
When lights get dimmer, the power comes from the inner
It's war off in the city, so you gotta be a hitter
Extended clips with the falafel and the dinner
'Cause stayin' safe is stayin' dangerous, parallel to center
But back to the subject of cash
Million dollars worth of game like Gillie, I ain't done with the math
I run with royalty, you runnin' with trash
I give a class on class; what is to brag when you comin' in last?
You got one? I got one and a half
You got two? I got three, I had to get in my bag
He got hit with a three and a eight
The other one got hit with the nine and the other escaped
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]