Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MACHIAVELLI, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Date of issue: 20.08.2020
Song language: English
MACHIAVELLI |
| Yeah |
| SAVEMONEY shit |
| Uh, back to reclaim my throne |
| I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli |
| Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries |
| From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters |
| I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law |
| Two-time felony charge, gun-toting |
| Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom |
| Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan |
| My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry |
| I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic |
| Speak my mind, I got a bad habit |
| Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic |
| I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber 'cause I un’d myself |
| I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off |
| Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross |
| I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage |
| Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue |
| I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all |
| I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted |
| On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh |
| Back on my bully, don’t be a matador |
| This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes |
| Mask on, you still see I’m the future |
| But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask |
| Uh, young Machiavelli |
| Still alive across the belly |
| Uh, lemme get it back |
| Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project |
| With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at |
| Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial |
| I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu |
| Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side |
| No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed |
| Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty |
| Yeah, I did a rock album, that’s cause I’m a rock star |
| I’m from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesús |
| To put new 22's on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12 |
| Undercovers looking for Proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice |
| A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family |
| Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones |
| Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home |
| Uh, born alone, die alone, it’s still SAVEMONEY |
| I take that to the grave with me |
| The game’s funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood |
| To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I’m feedin' niggas |
| They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas |
| Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas |
| We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga |
| Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga? |
| Still alive |
| Alive, yeah yeah |
| Still alive |
| Alive, yeah yeah |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) |
| Alive, yeah yeah |
| I’m still alive |
| I’m still alive |