They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosbys A nigga still slidin' with sticks like Sid Crosby I used to flip doggy, got on my hip I lift off me if niggas get froggy Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick Nolte To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me They send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across me Niggas gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if niggas double cross me The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me Y'all lil' niggas got it backwards Bro do the steppin' and he not a Kappa Push the black and yellow Maybach Niggas thinkin' I was cabber It's not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not a factor Yeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I's Rap nigga still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah)
Look, I make them salty motherfuckers uncomfortable 'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you And Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin' hundred proof Thinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker suits Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare fuck with you It's clear cut that you the king, nigga," yeah
Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, nigga It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, nigga I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, nigga Opened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickers Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip You had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork) I know you liked it, Skip Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers Runnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathers I hit the gym and I suspend leisure Finna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders
And we ain't even break a sweat neither My scorin' numbers reflect this was my best season You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo chest weaker I'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie I drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homie Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie I got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on me Telfar, I'm T'd in my bag, homie I'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes I'm King James how I dominated the East coast, uh And when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories I'ma lead both, Machine ghost Tell the truth, yeah, go ahead say it Is it my turn? No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li-, nod if you like it I like it
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts Our money from the three-O to low post, I cook 'em on slow roast The other side really want no smoke (Yeah) We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts Our money from the three-O to low post, I cook 'em on slow roast The other side really want no smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
