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[Intro: Mach-Hommy]

[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse: Mach-Hommy + Tha God Fahim]

—the cars that I be in
The boundaries we bend, there's so much to the savagery we in
I'm still having dreams of Medina, with problems like
Martin and Gina, searchin' for light when the darkness is cleaner
I could divide by the sect, I'm live and direct
Throw six in your chest—and you can eternally rest
My sword is possessed, I got a passion for blood
Drag my ax through the mud and keep the sack full of drugs
In my days of isolation; a servant to my own imagination
Insight from a lack of communication
Wipe my blade from all impurities, we the majority
And on the other edge, we the minority
N***as gettin' shot down over authority
Crooked cops patrol, control a lot—they like whores to me
I'm a simple king but there's whole lot more to me
Fuck a entourage—I'm bringin' guns on tour with me
In luxury, with a headstart—you couldn't fuck with me
Dump off some shells, leave you layin' in recovery

[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]