Half of It

I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don't even know the half of it (stress)
Get the drag on the lung
Said I need smoke, nigga, bring me a half of it (drag)
I got a lil' bit of shit from cookies left
But I'm 'bout to smoke the last of it (roll up)
Hol' up (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

I've been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don't even know the half of it
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (free brodie)
I just whipped up another brick, before it even dropped, sold half of it (whip)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it

Got my bag up, I'm in this raf bucket (hah)
From the hood, I never had nothing (hah)
Bought that bitch some new titties
She already had a fatty and a flat stomach (hah)
This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' P's whole, I don't bag nothin' (I don't bag nothin')
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jewelers, spent a nigga rap budget (hah)

I ain't goin' for shit, I ain't hearin' it (no)
If I gotta up it, I'm clearin' shit (brr)
VS on my bustdown, it's clear as shit (hah)
You niggas all know what's up and who year it is (woo)
You niggas can't fuck with me, period (uh uh)
She wanna fuck on her period (what)
I'm like, "Bitch, you can't be serious"
New Lambo truck and I'm steerin' it (skrrt)

I showed a lot of niggas love, but that same love never get reciprocated (uh uh)
Even when I put niggas in position, helpin' niggas get situated (I did)
Change your whole livin' situation (I did)
But that's just what real niggas do (uh uh)
If you my bro, you know I'll take the shirt off my back and I'll give it to you (facts)
You gotta watch 'em, it's always a nigga you love that be stealin' from you (cap)
I looked in the mirror and I said
"Machine, ain't nobody that's realer than you" (woo)

My lil' brother upstate, it's money on his phone when he wanna call home
Told him he ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Got a bag waitin' when my boy home
Keep my brother goose with me everyday
He flyest, niggas in Dior Homme (I see you, nigga)
I ain't gon' change with my niggas, no
Not for no fame or no bitches, no

I took a loss, niggas thought I was broke
When I needed niggas, them niggas ain't show
I had to get it the best way I know
I just reminded myself I'm the GOAT
Now every ball, I get straight off the boat
Gold on my neck like I'm still sellin' dope
If I only see you when I got a show
You ain't really my nigga, and that's how I know

Fake love, fake love (uh), I don't do the fake love (uh huh)
Talkin' down behind my back (what)
Nah, homie, that ain't love (talk to 'em)
I just did another show (woo), filled another safe up (a million)
Take the stick on tour (hah), all my niggas drac'd up (brr)
I just stayed down and I levelled up
Look how I'm stackin' my cheddar up
VS the bezel up, got all my niggas

We standin' on couches and we fuckin' revel up
Bitches can't hear that Maybach engine revvin' up
I ain't gon' fuck if she average or regular
I make a call, brodie pickin' his f'ing up
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors (brr) yeah (talk to 'em)
I make a call, brodie pickin' his f'ing up
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors, yeah
This ain't bays (hmm hmm)
Ah, look what I became nigga
Look what y'all niggas made me (yeah, yeah, ah ah)

I've been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don't even know the half of it
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (free brodie)
I just whipped up another brick, before it even dropped, sold half of it (whip)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it
Got my bag up, I'm in this raf bucket (hah)

From the hood, I never had nothing (hah)
Bought that bitch some new titties
She already had a fatty and a flat stomach (hah)
This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' P's whole, I don't bag nothin' (I don't bag nothin')
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jewelers, spent a nigga rap budget (hah)

Yeah, you fuck niggas can't fuck with me, nigga
I'm the realest nigga I know, nigga
Ask niggas, ask niggas how I give it up, nigga
I got to be the realest nigga in this shit
You know what I mean?
I ain't never switched up on the bros
You know what I mean?
Def' my love for all my niggas, that's solid, yeah
Rake high, it was time baby
We got these niggas in chokehold right now nigga yeah
Gone



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Writer(s): Demond Price, Rick Hyde
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