Mission Milladelphia
Yeah Yeah
Back with some hustler music
Kings back
The Return of the Mac
Straight Stacking in the back
Dressed in all Black
For the Love of the Racks
Ima bring it all back
And there ain't nothin you can do about it
There ain't shit you can do bout it
So sit
All these motherfuckers act
But know I'm here to bring the real back
All These fuckers thinkin that they can Mac
But they don't know bout that (Damn)
Lets just show em what it means to be a Mac
Lemme grab 100 stacks in the back
We run up the racks
Throw it back in the app
Make it all back
Just like that (Woah)
Who you know that can flip racks like Mac
Hot coals on your mold
And I don't know where to go
So I just hop on here and keep on flowin for my soul
Knowing I may never fit their mold (Damn)
Knowin I may never catch the cold (Damn)
Oh No I think I'm going ham
Looking like I'm going to be the Man, I am (Woah)
Oh woah
Here we go again
Ima make it blow again
And reverse it like a Benz (Damn)
Know Ima keep on going
No, I can not stop
Know I gotta find a way to fucking pop
Make it for my momma and my pops
Do it for my brothers and sisters on and off the lot (Like woah)
No, I can not stop until I make it hot
I will find a way to pop off on any knock offs
Just know I'm on a mission to the top
Yeah a mission to the top
Time to show em how to be a Mac
It means never folding or holding back
No matter the odds that are stacked
Time to run up them racks
And we're gonna bring it all back, just like that (Woo)
Some people say I'm chasing after fools gold
As I ride away on my broom
Knowing fools hold on to me
Thinking that I'm Harry (Damn)
But I'm just a man all damn week
Hot coals on your mold
And I don't know where to go
So I just hop on here and keep on flowin for my soul
Knowing I may never fit their mold (Damn)
Knowin I may never catch the cold (Damn)
Oh No I think I'm going ham
Looking like I'm going to be the Man, I am (Woah)
Oh woah
Here we go again
Big stepping with a bald chin
Know your brother made it in
Now we all gonna whip some Benz
Now we dressed all like him
But it took the L to the chin
Now I'm looking like I'm him (Damn not again)
Bust on the bitch
Call her my garden bin
And I'm gonna find a way to get it in
Another time
Bust on her chin
Maybe bust it in a Benz
Maybe get it with her friends
Maybe get it in
Yuh
Back with some hustler music
Kings back
The Return of the Mac
Straight Stacking in the back
Dressed in all Black
For the Love of the Racks
Ima bring it all back
And there ain't nothin you can do about it
There ain't shit you can do bout it
So sit
All these motherfuckers act
But know I'm here to bring the real back
All These fuckers thinkin that they can Mac
But they don't know bout that (Damn)
Lets just show em what it means to be a Mac
Lemme grab 100 stacks in the back
We run up the racks
Throw it back in the app
Make it all back
Just like that (Woah)
Who you know that can flip racks like Mac
Hot coals on your mold
And I don't know where to go
So I just hop on here and keep on flowin for my soul
Knowing I may never fit their mold (Damn)
Knowin I may never catch the cold (Damn)
Oh No I think I'm going ham
Looking like I'm going to be the Man, I am (Woah)
Oh woah
Here we go again
Ima make it blow again
And reverse it like a Benz (Damn)
Know Ima keep on going
No, I can not stop
Know I gotta find a way to fucking pop
Make it for my momma and my pops
Do it for my brothers and sisters on and off the lot (Like woah)
No, I can not stop until I make it hot
I will find a way to pop off on any knock offs
Just know I'm on a mission to the top
Yeah a mission to the top
Time to show em how to be a Mac
It means never folding or holding back
No matter the odds that are stacked
Time to run up them racks
And we're gonna bring it all back, just like that (Woo)
Some people say I'm chasing after fools gold
As I ride away on my broom
Knowing fools hold on to me
Thinking that I'm Harry (Damn)
But I'm just a man all damn week
Hot coals on your mold
And I don't know where to go
So I just hop on here and keep on flowin for my soul
Knowing I may never fit their mold (Damn)
Knowin I may never catch the cold (Damn)
Oh No I think I'm going ham
Looking like I'm going to be the Man, I am (Woah)
Oh woah
Here we go again
Big stepping with a bald chin
Know your brother made it in
Now we all gonna whip some Benz
Now we dressed all like him
But it took the L to the chin
Now I'm looking like I'm him (Damn not again)
Bust on the bitch
Call her my garden bin
And I'm gonna find a way to get it in
Another time
Bust on her chin
Maybe bust it in a Benz
Maybe get it with her friends
Maybe get it in
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Henry M Malone
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