[Verse]
N***as talkin' gangsta I see 'em they sing a different tune
Fif'll boom, blow his head outta space til it hit the moon
Raised up by our granny, sleep on the floor in the living room
Seen my man mama puttin' the lighter to a dinner spoon
Been a goon, my man been locked for years, it'll be 10 in June
Visit room, Cartier's, Air Max Sean Witherspoon
Told him hold ya head n***a you'll be done wit that sentence soon
He said my n***a I ain't trippin' that setback was minuscule (Talk to ‘em)
You n***as food, you pussy n***as get in line
A Daringer beat to me is dinner time, killing time
Intertwined, in the grind, Benz colored clementine
Just to see the haters' face it's safe to say I'm getting mine
More Jordans than Melo n***a, I got Nike sending mines
I don't gotta get in line, that finish line
Remember I’m considered one of the illest when I pen a line
All this n***as dropping tapes, nobody’s shit was ill as mine (Talk to ‘em)
They say Machine he got one of the illest minds
And he ain't even in his prime, the fuck be on you n***as minds?
I see this n***as' top list, and I get offended
Ask the legends who they fuckin’ with, I’m probably mentioned
I’m from the city where the young n***as be hopping in Benz's
Basketball courts got crack bags and lots of syringes (Uaghh)
Ran through them Shortcuts, hoppin’ them fences
Laid in n***as bushes, the clip in my Glock was extended (Yeah)
This shit that I rock is expensive, look
I had this grimy shit on lock since I’ve made an entrance
And I did not mention, how I got shot in that Hospital in intensive [ah]
Now my Versace is vintage (Yeah)
Verse of the year when I spit a missile, [Kay]
Won’t do no features with you unless it’s beneficial [I don't really fuck with you n***as]
Ask the streets about me boy I’ve been official
Go ask any N***a, straight like that N***a
Yeah, Machine
N***as know what’s up n***a