M.A.C
Uh
Smoking on some indica
Keeping things a hash
Hoppin on my wave nigga
Go and grab your brush uh
You a lame
I guess somethings never change uh
Hoping for the best
Cuz my nigga stressing
Gotta call
From his momma
Saying you a shame uh
Not at all
Certain things bother him
Look at his reflection
No one was proud of him
He had to win
Jumping of the porch
Is a option
But theres other ways
You don't have to play
In this game
What more I gotta say
But money is an issue
No more food in the crib
Momma pressing in her mood
Chucking shit
His mind been going crazy
Didn't know what he needed
Didn't know what he wanted
Looking in the sky
For a message from the gods
Had no more faith uh
Slowly losing pride
Went on a walk just to clear his head
Thought about his life in a flash
People always laughed uh
Bad clothes wit no hoes
Busted shoes back talking
Just wanted to be liked but wasn't that often
Said fuck it all
This my life gonna ball
Saved up got a mic
Started spitting through the night
His rhymes flawless
Niggas wanted a piece
Like why the fuck you calling
Thought I was a bum in these streets
Yea
Thought he was another bum in these streets
Uh
Smoking on some indica
Keeping things a hash
Hoppin on my wave nigga
Go and grab your brush uh
You a lame
I guess somethings never change uh
Hoping for the best
Cuz my nigga stressing
Gotta call
From his momma
Saying you a shame uh
Not at all
Certain things bother him
Look at his reflection
No one was proud of him
He had to win
Jumping of the porch
Is a option
But theres other ways
You don't have to play
In this game
What more I gotta say
But money is an issue
No more food in the crib
Momma pressing in her mood
Chucking shit
His mind been going crazy
Didn't know what he needed
Didn't know what he wanted
Looking in the sky
For a message from the gods
Had no more faith uh
Slowly losing pride
Went on a walk just to clear his head
Thought about his life in a flash
People always laughed uh
Bad clothes wit no hoes
Busted shoes back talking
Just wanted to be liked but wasn't that often
Said fuck it all
This my life gonna ball
Saved up got a mic
Started spitting through the night
His rhymes flawless
Niggas wanted a piece
Like why the fuck you calling
Thought I was a bum in these streets
Yea
Thought he was another bum in these streets
Uh
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Writer(s): Kye Clayton
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