Dré Machiavelli

Master of my craft
But your dreams thin as spaghetti
So I can't fuck with you
Fuck with you no no
Fuck with you
Fuck with you
No no

Master of my craft
Call me Dre Machiavelli
Like I'm number one in the draft
But if your dreams thin as spaghetti
Then I can't fuck with you
We can't move together
I'm trying to build my trust
Can't get the screws together
The door open like your girl
Got her loose as ever
You trying to taint a rigid soul
I'm in the booth forever lil nigga

Stuck to the grind
Cause my life on the line
Why you niggas keep trying me
Tell me truth if you love or you hate me
Despise me you ain't got to lie to me
Could you see the bigger picture and realize I'm different
But you ain't even try and see
I'm a lover not a hater way too loyal for a traitor
Word painting why you keep on fighting me

I'm on fire the candle lit
Bitch
I don't give a shit
I'm out of fucks to give
Can't forget can't forgive
I gave it all I had to give
No regrets no remorse
Live and learn that's my choice
We the gang
We them boys

We some Bulls
Illinois
Never fold
I stay poised
Point em out
Go destroy
Dream team troop
No deploy
I think you knew
That you're an annoyance
You act like a demon
You smell like you poison
Try blocking my season
The grind locked and loaded
Your grind non existent
That shit got eroded
Away for too long now your storage got mold in it
If I miss a shot then I'm gone miss it like I'm Kobe
Jesus piece on but your actions nowhere holy
Dre come with the data not talking Adobe
You niggas just chatter no action talk only
Climbing the ladder
Grind by my lonely
Mind over matter
Love under loyalty
Soul over royalties
No you can't fuck me
Better not come for me nigga

I'm on fire the candle lit
Bitch
I don't give a shit
I'm out of fucks to give
Can't forget can't forgive
I gave it all I had to give
No regrets no remorse
Live and learn
That's my choice
We the gang
We them boys



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Moore
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