[Intro:]
And I, ran out of excuses before I made them up
[?]

[Verse:]
Numbers on my Glock, ew
Notches on my belt though
Young Mackned keep a strap like velcro
Down for any high, there ain't no lacing me
Mackned ew, yeah
Karma is a bitch that won't stop chasing me
No, no, no
Mackned going ham up in the Range Rove
I gotta hit a lick, hit a stain though
I gotta flat screen up in the Range Rove
And when I'm in the streets I cannot [?]
Mackned ew, yeah
Karma is a bitch that won't stop chasing me
No, no, no
And I, ran out of excuses before I made them up
I'm being chased around and around again
I'm being chased around and around again