It's a war going on Better Hold your helmet tight Here's a bit advice Put your head in vice's I Walk my neighbor hood Talk they say it's good setting off the Motion sensor lights Sick as Covid testing right Know Posted at the light Holster in my Nikes Hoping that u might Solo let your life Go Fulfill the price Gold upholstery Colt is Holstered and the Coasters next to ice Smoking section pipes Opal decked and nice Copasetic Just to Hope it dead it Solo legend My sober thoughts a lynch mob Create the edge you get kicked Deface your already stinted heart My shit is art bitch The World's tearing at ur cut throat Shits perilous in gun smoke Like Don't get left Dunn how the derelicts did Marilyn in Monroe it's Heroin in blood flows Unaware of it so just know You staring cuz I got those U Full of it Yet Full of shit That's Harrowing with plot holes Stocking Yogurt really called mush gross Might Leave u with a mushed nose So just go Feel like an opus in my closed case They entertained until the Phone breaks I pray they have a foam face Hated on his worse days Sending 8 in his own brain Or pay it for the short change Spending 8 to the send the same down a fucking long range better pray that he Don't aim Get ya dome grazed

If it's eye for an eye then just blind me instead Facing 5 to 49 that's life in the pen If its 5:49 we put a price on ya head By 5:55 be the time of ya death Check Live and direct Supplying the packages straight from ya steps Ride with the sket and the knife in my lap Life on the line I'm surviving a threat With my mind on my checks And the eyes on what's next Vibing to Tech Turn the dial to 10 Pie in a swish With a light on the end Turn Right on the ten Better hide when we Slide to your crib We Arrive and u dip With the nines and a grip of the Silencers ties for your wrist you In a bind or a pinch Cuz what my Client had pitched At the drive-in I'm buying these Fries for my kids From your 9 to 5 shift You Rely on to live You is Kinda a bitch You don't Vibe with me right You Get knifed with a shiv Know that Time after time If it's been for an eye I've been blind ever since

They be like Mack I think U Getting Sorta nice I'm In my bag Organized I'm Not Kid that wore the Nikes I'm Vince before the ID U Didn't call to ride? Don't get to call em Mike I'm Vincent Obermeist U Missed a quarter lines Mis Informing mics Get contorted when I write My Pen was born to glide In Enormous strides U Spent a quarter dime Ripping 45's Ya Insta over hyped Its Getting Overpriced But When Bread amounts I Spread it out Like Chicken over rice Bitch Need Dish with porter sliced So give me Fork nd knife I Get the lowest price The Bricks I sold of white We Ship it overnight But when the clips jammed The shit hit the fan Like It's a poltergeist Split ya door at nights the Shit will pour on sight I'm making a bet That We taking ya shit And u Saving what's left Because It ain't be going right Track you down for the pounds dawg, u know we carry arms Like Don't make Mack get out the car And Smack it outta the park I'm going Barry bonds U Going very long Like Don't get buried over bonds The shit we do is Big league chew U up and move and along and how I'm Burning steel and that my Shirt conceal it We the Perfect Villains To do the Vermin killing Either Burn the ceiling or Leave ya permanently On a Furnished building surface Next to berthas children Like that's how I Urn a living But to y'all squares I'm just Burger flipping Drop guys and then murk the witness Pop eyes and then serve the fishes U smoke my number and you loose ya digits U Going under better watch out who is with ya I Been the Boss man in Boston Sleet elites in the SEA and I Leave u Sleep with the tea And the chamomile when that cannon peal I'll get my man a mill Know I'm a man of deals Standing still like I can't be killed A Man of God playing Manowar I Cast a Mana filled Like my hands are filled with stones that Thanos wields Solid enameled steel They Calling em cancelled still Nothing in hand I wield Less Semi is what ascend em Pennies is what I'm pinching Might Ride up give em 5 bucks like just gimmie what u can give me

For the Bread leave u Open faced next to a Pastrami sandwich We Caught em lampin And Tommy danced em U Ask questions and We blast weapons It's Called the answer I Call my man up He'll prolly answer like yeah, I Shot em and what Like how his Plan went Dropped the address Got the vantage now his, Pop and grand kids Both playing in Chalk and hand prints it's Just Block enhancements To the Boulevard, I might Pull ya card like Svengali hand decks With Walley Hand checks I'm Hopping 10 sets Nollie hand rails Dawg ya posse Gnarly aww I Hardly can tell Aesop talk But rock like Josh and Cantrell Was topping band sales Blockhead and El Was in his hand held Not the half whale that rock the Damn bells This my, Scheme of the month Receive a mean mug Get beat Ant a Slug My Cloth has been Felt But in the Plaid still The kid is Half built Equal parts Josh and Mach Hommy Ocelot, Mavi Dodging cops riding Prolly mach 5 and With the van filled Shipments And bills Got my and dawg Taught em How to not become his Homies caught in hommies Tho we dropping knowledge He's only caught more bodies Fishy cans peel and Get ya man killed like Live with that guilt The skies Already Damn Fell Partly cloudy Partly Chem trails Drop ya farms health When I blast these smiths U a Latch key kid U Wanna Pop ya Damn self

Stop Why u mock where were all gonna go son Look They all shook and keep Flocking in droves now Play by the book if they don't burn em all down Say what u want Can't talk with a closed mouth Act As u will at the risk they might take you Fix all the shit in this myth they have placed you Flee From the kills need a vile with escape routes Free From the guilt but I still fucking hate you Seems like we've always Been Sifting through problems Our Infants are colic from ingesting garbage They insist on college You Spent the tuition Now Enter the infinite Depth with no end To the Debt and the interest in Investments Digging ya pockets Might get a good job But Ya interests are calling Don't got shit to Talk about You've chosen the box that they use a domicile when life don't give them no options In a instant can get ya fam offa Insta gram In a tinted van Smithen blam get an instant grand Split the dividends with my man in the kitchen Spam Simmer in a pan Shimmering in Pam for the fans Itching for a Xan im Diprivan by the milligram Victim circumstance Pick a different plan In advance Be less descript in your descriptions and pictures, Damn In his head where it land Like the prez? u Shoulda ran. Now u in a jam Not in a band Knots in my pants Gloc in a hand Instead of talk he'll Let it Rock for the bands Wanna talk to my man Need the guap in ur hands And U Softer than sand In a tropical wind Last they seen on sea does We leave washed up on the Plots of ya land with the Lobsters and clams Doctor like I dunno what must have got into him It was Prolly the rocks or shells Its Impossible to tell But shit Here is a hospital bill He was behind the wheel At a green light until Hit a street bike get killed Now u revise his will In the meantime its seems like we've designed all time to be killed Counter your counter appeal Keep up your boundaries built or your bound to be killed It's Astounding we still keep gon round and around this wheel And its Still revolving Cynical watching This Infinite problem Again in abundance Still with us evolving They killing and judging By Pigments u born And the Digits u garner The District u brought up Depict if ur Gonna Be Sitting in saunas Or live on the corner He's begging ya pardon To beg for a dollar U Ain't it even thought it With Bags and ya Prada The distant apart from the rich and impoverished is just getting larger I wish that it all would just fuckin stop

My Gear goes zoom U Hear the boom? And U Know, that its our shit Like I'm just Getting started Ben 10 Tennis cordless when I pour some Remy on it Tour bus, I might let Remy ma hit Over bumps U Showing up The Only Russ I ever listened to has got Benny on it If Bro Talking trash? then he garbage I Fill up cans with milligrams Twist the hands I know The Set retarded Set em off With Red alarms and Plenty cops In rental Chargers get to charging I'm getting starts and fend em off with sket to Stop em Spetz to snaz get the Missile launcher Hey u missed an officer Like get the javelin I'm Dental cracking Get ya Temple ran, and jumped and mugged just for metal tapping cuz This deadly Trappin Like Kick rocks jigsaw or I might Pedal past em With a Sketch ol Mask on I saw assassins rather saw a calf in half then have to dog for rations Left my hammer red, droplets flashing bet I Fought the faction K.I.A. or better yet caught em lacking I'll Stomp u out in my sample pants Thwomp with faces have to land Damn and go call the ambulance Cuz Y'all can't handle Mack The man is back, bitch

If u wanted that to play u soft Put all your Tracks in a tank with coils And call it actual vapor core To Paint the wall The Don and Mack We ain't the norm I Don the mask (to haunt em back) And Mack Myers the shape is born With a Cast iron or blade that's warm by the past lives its taken from every dad wife and baby moms Better Baptize and pray to God Got Black eyes straight made of coal To Hack slice maim and char Through Light fires nice writer or Mike Myers his name in court White liars in a shade that's dull When the judging comes Know the govie of Dunn Debatable Like its Covenant run throw Shade or ghosts And the Gloves that we brung don't shrank at all We Knuckle em up Like Rae and Ghost That's a Error kiddo With this pair pf pistols Playin Paradiddles Little Dreamers sangin Painting Cryptograms Signed in Bleed unleaded Kids are Psychophants Or is it Sicko mode? Know that just to grow All Ya Kids need ranch just to eat their veggies I might Tip my nose its a Bit pathetic You been on Instagram throughout the whole Pandemic On my 6th in a row and no slowing letting Shit this Covid thang it is so upsetting Vids from Noterdame can't afford the lesson Now Imma join a gang so I can go and sang about my woes and debit U bitches know my name I just hope they said it Bring ya Novocain and some chloraspeptic I'm at ya Throat with Chains like a choker necklace Go get so upset Until ya Thrown the setlist Cuz I Flow like Em did But you More like Kelly Whining during a set over Corey yelling He be like Pop is punk And steady goin trending They be like stop ur drunk U Can't keep Pulling Freshman Soaring dent into ya Solar plexus Sorry Mortal men go toe to toe with Demi's and I'm more the mentor goin coach the lesson In the Florida Center roaring full of hecklers With some Folding center German loaded Hecklers Drums That Weren't detected Through the murky plexi When I'm Shirtless step and u get Perfect Plexed, bitch The Crowd wild my Entrance is blaring Sensational Sherri My mouth why They hate or endear me And Ain't getting near me Going Outside Gotta Take the Canari to To Send 8 through ya hairpiece Of you Drake spitting fairies Like How's my placements? BOW! now find the Place u get buried Down by the lake or the prairie Outhouse stankin' with berries Now loud the take again Larry but stating it clearly to not get shot up or in the Water Taking a ferry Taped to it barely It's a Called a wake they'll Prolly drag u all way to Buenos Aires You On our watch like food Calories The Don Brought fruit salad and the auto croone allergy Mack is Hulk Hogan tough man Fax a Over abundance Of ya Hoe co production It's Always So so or something Over the drums you odor it up Like ya Old Cho cha busking Call it a Hobo or rough neck Out been Cold and getting suds wet Know That roll the shit Ain't bussin Home alone u rolling and bussing Stroke holding a phone and bussin Prolly drunk overdosed off something So Don't show up or go showing me nothing Unless it upholds some fucking substance And not the type u not off too Fuckin Xanned out emo ass crooners Those the wrong typa bars little boy Quit whining over ur little FL construction kit Youtube type beats and calling it rap Go catch a fuckin Ed Sheran Carti, or Adelle concert or something bitch The new Renaissance is now, Mack Plaid, Don C-Tzar, 206 And we making noise, fuckboy