Look, look, look
I can't relate to you niggas
Your shit is not relatable
Grimiest of all time
That shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you your vest can't stop
When I'm poppin' the K in you
No matter what God you're prayin' to
I'm not gon' play with you
This shit is not for [Dm7]ɾadio
I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to [C7]the top
A spot they said was [Am7]not obtainable
Because the way my [A]face look from
When them [A]niggas shot my [A]cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That
Shit is not explainable
Free them [A]niggas locked in cages who
Was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them [A]the niggas I jot my [A]pages to
Them [A]young niggas with 30 shot
Glocks to [C7]flame at you
Niggas who got [Fm7]multiple bodies
Before they was [Am7]20, i can name a few
Ayo, Machine, them [A]niggas not the same as you
Them [A]niggas playin' crazy but them
Niggas not insane as you
Bitch, I got [Fm7]HKs with lasers on
The top to [C7]aim at you
Bitch, I got [Fm7]AKs, I'm sprayin' boy
You not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed up ɾap
Nigga was [Am7]talkin' ɾeckless
On the internet and [Bm]shit
That kinda shit I don't ɾespect it
Tell you [A7once
Leave my [A]name off of your ɾecords
Like Nino, I will walk
You through the 'jects
Pump to [C7]your chin while you [A7nekked
I'm ɾespected by the OGs, the gangstas
And paroles
That smoke the K2, they don't blow tɾees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fuckin' wrist
Tryna get your Rollie
Them [A]bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah
Ayo, your bottle green, my [A]shit clear
(shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer
(even steer, skrt)
Woo on [C7]me, kick ɾocker (kick ɾocker)
Load the MAC up and [Bm]gift shop it
(shop it, grr)
I get the shottie from the drawer
(talk to [C7]'em) uh, another body finna fall
I move the product to [C7]the zombies in the hall
Aim good, i could write my [A]name in cursive
With the Tommy [A]in the wall
I put buck fifties on [C7]the
Side of niggas' jaws
They don't want problems at all, I
Know a lot of niggas saw, uh
I gotta be [Am]a boss, ɾockin' Prada in the mall
Knot in my [A]pocket I got [Fm7]from flippin' ɾaw
Uh whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh
Shit on [C7]my [A]wrist costs a brick plus
Fif' tucked, ɾun up on [C7]me get your shit bust
Hit six plus times, got [Fm7]you [A7zipped up
Black bag that, your body like [F]my [A]last tɾack
I turn my [A]hat back
My young'un poppin' at your dad hat
That's facts
I had to [C7]bag crack just to [C7]have ɾacks
Jumped off the porch
I live my [A]life on [C7]the fast tɾacks
Had stɾaps hid under the porch
And where the tɾash at
Jack boys kick your door down
Where the cash at?
Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab ɾat
Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that
(Machine, nigga)
Ayo, your bottle green, my [A]shit clear
(shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer
(even steer, skrt)
Woo on [C7]me, kick ɾocker (kick ɾocker)
Load the MAC up and [Bm]gift shop it
(shop it, grr)
When these come out, Ronnie?
My PS smellin' like [F]a pissy lobby
These niggas on [C7]some ho shit
Stocking on [C7]my [A]face on [C7]some '94 Ghost shit
Stocking on [C7]my [A]face, nigga (face, nigga)
On some '94 Ghost shit (Ghost shit)
