Uh, look, reject back from the trenches Back with the MAC with extensions Thinkin' 'bout when they had me layin' on my back in intensive Clapped in my head and neck That shit was inches from hittin' my carotid I would've bled to death and nobody could stop it Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice box to try to get it out it "You can't touch it and I doubt there's anything we can do about it" Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves No feeling in my legs, I took a bullet in the head, nigga That's why I chuckle at the comments that I read About the way my face look, and shit, I could've been dead Just focus on the lyrics, don't focus on my appearance You know you too pussy to go through it, so you fear it You see the way they quotin' this shit hysterically What you see is the dopest of any era, Machine Like a line of this coke you see on the mirror Sniff, nigga, this shit is a gift, nigga King of the underground, but still, I'm a rich nigga A few years ago, I was just on my dick, nigga The moral of my story, I ain't switch up my pitch, nigga Stayin' true to myself and take whatever I get, nigga A lot of niggas rappin', they don't spit it like this, nigga Rollie on my wrist, leave the pot like this, nigga, whip, nigga Name your top five, I might be better After this album, bet a critic can't slight me ever No pen, no pad when I write these letters I just recite off the top, that shit hype me better We played with bricks since the fitted cap and white tee era Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs, nigga No kizzy, we was really at necks, nigga Really played with me, then he really got stretched, nigga MachineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
