(Justice League)
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 Cosby's
A nigga still slidin' with sticks like Sid Crosby
I used to flip doggy, got [Fm7]on [C7]my [A]hip
I lift off me if niggas get froggy
Told the ɾecord label, "You got [Fm7]forty-eight hours," like [F]Nick Nolte
To ɾestɾucture the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satellites to [C7]space
And it tɾace an intelligent life when it came across me
Niggas gon' be [Am]pourin' out D'USSÉ if niggas double cross me
The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all [Em]Kriss Kross to [C7]me
Y'all [Em]lil' niggas got [Fm7]it backwards
Bro do the steppin' and [Bm]he not a Kappa
Posted black and [Bm]yellow Maybach, niggas thinkin' I was [Am7]cabber
It's not a ɾapper that I fear, you [A7niggas not a factor
Yeah, I cross my [A]T's, dotted my [A]I's
Rap nigga still stɾuggle to [C7]eat, I'm not surprised
Look, I got [Fm7]it out of the stɾeets and [Bm]I survived
Third degree, that's from all [Em]of the heat that I provide, whoa
Look, I make them [A]salty motherfuckers uncomfortable
'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you
And Weez used to [C7]tell me them [A]niggas is drinkin' hundred proof
Thinkin' that they can f*ck with you
So give 'em [A]more lines than seersucker suits
Machine indestɾuctible
Them [A]same brownstones got [Fm7]my [A]bitch lookin' like [F]a young Clair Huxtable
They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare f*ck with you
It's clear cut that you [A7the king, nigga," yeah
Machine lead the team, I'm ɾunnin' up the seam, nigga
It's like [F]Michael Thomas and [Bm]Brees, nigga
I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to [C7]sell it like [F]a screen, nigga
Opened up the lead, but we still ɾunnin' these flea flickers
Hm, Skip, that looked ɾeally good, Skip
You had to [C7]be [Am]impressed with what you [A7saw (Drumwork)
I know you [A7liked it, Skip
Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers
Runnin' for [Dm7]the full first forty-eight minutes like [F]I don't get breathers
I hit the gym and [Bm]I suspend leisure
Finna be [Am]a hundred emcee, a new champ, and [Bm]drum swept leaders
And we ain't even break a sweat neither
My scorin' numbers ɾeflect this was [Am7]my [A]best season
You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo' chest weaker
I'm euro-stepping to [C7]the ɾack, got [Fm7]the city on [C7]my [A]back, homie
I drop forty, still paddin' up my [A]stats, homie
Deadly as Kobe [Am]or Kyrie up in the mask, homie
I got [Fm7]it on [C7]lock, it's automatic like [F]I had the mags on [C7]me
Telfar, I'm teed in my [A]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 [Em]said and [Bm]done, it leaves two statistical categories
I'ma lead both, Machine ghost
Tell the tɾuth Skip, go 'head, say it (is it my [A]turn?)
No, no, no (oh), you [A7can say you [A7li-, nod if you [A7like [F]it (I like [F]it)
We hold it down, East to [C7]West, on [C7]both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the 3-0 to [C7]low post, I cook 'em [A]on [C7]slow ɾoast
The other side ɾeally want no smoke (yeah)
We hold it down, East to [C7]West, on [C7]both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the 3-0 to [C7]low post, I cook 'em [A]on [C7]slow ɾoast
The other side ɾeally want no smoke
