Yeah, ha, oh Look, I hold the snub, I unload slugs Broad day, I'll finish you in cold blood Bring a Spade, make sure it's cold, blood Got ya body wrapped in a old rug gettin' disposed of I rock the designer shit that the hoes love My shooters do a drive-bys, playin' Rosebuds They ain't wear no gloves, ain't no love The flow above any nigga you know of OG sold bricks since back in the day Uhh, gave me my first automatic to spray Told me to flip it and take the money, stash it away And if you catch a nigga slippin', blow his cabbage away 4 in the morning, had the savages lay All in your bushes, ski mask and a K, ready to blast you away My shit is uncut raw like a package of yay' It's the Machine bitch, I promise no rapper is safe Look, you need the raw give me a call But don't even call me at all unless you want a ki or more I'm a legend for a reason y'all Here in the States, even across overseas abroad You won't see a wall without me or my brother's face graffitied on Just know when you see me homie, you see a God And when I see you, I see a fraud Just Don shorts with the Jordan 4's on, but these the Kaws Got this calico, I'm squeezin' off Empty drum, a tree'll fall My bitch lookin' like a young Nia Long She said, "You perfect in my eyes, I don't see a flaw" Uhh, show some respect to my legacy Shot in my head, but rappin' like it never affected me Niggas thinkin' they I'll, but they was never a threat to me 'Cause nobody puttin' words together better so effortlessly (Not at all...) S.E. 'til the death of me Griselda bitch, Machine Gun Black, rest in peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
