Machiavellian

Praying up to God yeah I'm praying up to heaven
So it's got me feeling odd riding round with this weapon
Crack you in your jaw if you need to learn a lesson
Smoking blunts size of logs I don't answer any questions

Bout to take a trip I ain't talking bout no acid
In that car that goes zip all the bitches say I'm valid
So you know they gon strip out of all they high fashion
I don't need to make it graphic just know it's like magic

Just know it's like magic
If you get it cracking then you know it's getting tragic
Dropping all these classics you could say that it's nostalgic
In the newest outfits you don't know nothing bout it

Feelin like a young Machiavelli
Flow is like gold you can't say it's not compelling
Like I'm story telling or I'm giving out a blessing
For sure not no betting I'm on top like a heading

Praying up to God yeah I'm praying up to heaven
So it's got me feeling odd riding round with this weapon
Crack you in your jaw if you need to learn a lesson
Smoking blunts size of logs I don't answer any questions

Bout to take a trip I ain't talking bout no acid
In that car that goes zip all the bitches say I'm valid
So you know they gon strip out of all they high fashion
I don't need to make it graphic just know it's like magic



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Copeland Jr.
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