You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my nigga sin at home Polishin' that MAC
t let you slide for that It don't really matter where ya people try to hide ya at 'Cause I'm a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC Milli on the
I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night
[feat. Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez] [Kid Ink:] I said it's kid ink baby Turn to the max like tj Body tagged up like the bottom of the free
that milli-milli its that infant killa Nigga Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat I live to creep
tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. [Bullet Proof:] 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope Transportin
a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. [Bullet Proof:] 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope Transportin
(feat. Ms. Peaches) [Verse 1: Mac] Girl look, fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit
my own mill backed up by The next nigga grill Build me an hand hand I'm gonna play it right To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight One way
live or die, it's your decision Talk shit, you're dissin, i got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another
eat that's when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy Hey he had a whole lotta cheese Plus he was a mac