[Intro]
Fuck man, n***as know they don't fuck with me
They can talk all that shit they want to, huh (Yeah)
I’m good, I'm good
N***a ain't even got within two feet with a knife, n***a
You can’t be serious, n***a ain't even tried to

[Verse]
Don't try and hide, boy, 'cause we'll catch you
'Bout to drop album of the year and that ain't even pressure
That ain't effort (This shit is easy)
Don’t make me DMX you (Huh?)
And see you with my dawg at war, ’cause he'll stretch you (Where my dawg at?)
Puttin’ holes all in your body, you gon' see a stretcher
I need a milli' out the deal and I ain't seein’ lesser
I need check cut, my bitch look like Aaliyah in the Tesla
Might take her to freeze her neck up, uh
Flyest n***a in the room, I'm used to being fresher
Doors up on the 'Ghini, she think I'm being extra
Leaving the spot to back up, I go and see Vanessa
I call my n***a Pack to cook it when I need it cheffed up (Hold me down, bro)
Two thousand for my pair of shoes (Huh?)
N***as couldn't walk a mile tryna wear my shoes (Can't)
I'm the big dawg, I'm compared to who?
And I'm the richest n***a in the club and I ain't wear my jewels
But the bitches still stare and choose
Born to win but I'm prepared to lose
'Cause if this rap shit don't work then I'ma air my tool
They checkin' my release dates, I got 'em scared to move
I see 'em plottin', they wanna know when Machine droppin'
I thought of this shit on the spot, I ain't even jot this
I put the profit in McQueen boxes
Forty pointers in everybody on the team watches
It's motion picture shit, please watch us
I'm probably somewhere in the presidential suite with your queen topless, n***a
Album dropping, watch the Machine rock shit, n***a
Yeah
[Chorus]
All my bitches bad and they got a bag too
Got these pussy n***as mad too
Now they wanna hate on me, n***a
Now they wanna hate on me, n***a
She know when she fuckin' on a n***a that's rich
I got the whole city lit, I'm 'bout to drop my shit
And I got the world waitin' on me, n***a
Got your girl waitin' on me, n***a, ah, ah, ah

[Outro]
Fuck out of here, man
N***as know y'all fuckin' with it, bigger than rap, bitch
You know what's up, n***a
I told y'all n***as, smash and scrape all motherfuckin' summer, n***a
Fuck out of here
And that album coming, n***a
Locking this shit down, n***a
Straight up, Griselda Records, n***a
Shady Records, n***a, yeah
I see what you n***as doin'
I'm flattered
Haha, nah for real, I'm flattered
These n***as tryna find a new me
They tryna find the next me
I made this shit cool again, n***a, you know what I mean?
I made this grimy shit cool again, n***a
I made this shit a thing
Now these motherfuckin' record labels
These motherfuckin' crackers tryna find the next Machine, n***a
These n***as combin' through the motherfuckin' hoods and the inner cities and the ghettos
Lookin' for somethin' special, n***a
But it's only one Machine, n***a, facts
Now, you got issues with the industry, what's going down with the industry, dawg?
Industry is full of a bunch of dick sucking, dick riding, bending over the desk ass n***as, straight up like that
Whoever don't like it, bring it, n***a, bring it, I don't give a fuck
Bring it, bring it, bitch
I had to punch one n***a in his face up there, and then after that, I was like, "I'm not going to the office no more"
Is that how it went down?
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm, you know, I'm a grown ass motherfuckin' man and I ain't got time to be playin' no kid games, man
So once I say I'm not dealing with a man and he disrespects me, I'ma break his fucking jaw