| Yeah nigga
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| It’s the motherfucking Machine, nigga
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| You know how it go
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| It’s been a hell of a year, man
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| You know what I mean
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| My future is bright, nigga
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| Fuck you talking about?
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| Look
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| Thinking back when I used to move
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| Now they’re sending bales of gorilla glue over
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| The wax had me in a few comas
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| What we got in common, boy, you never been a thousand dollar shoe owner
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| Machine, bitch, they’re saying he relentless, but fuck it
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| Nigga, I’ma be a menace ‘till I receive a sentence
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| Shout out to the OG’s in prison
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| That had to flee the Benzes, now they’re bidding behind fences
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| And they ain’t even tripping, my sneakers limited, I’ve seen you phishing
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| You can’t even get it, boy
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| Put that on Momma Love, I will leave a nigga
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| Bullet in his lung, I promise it’s hard breathing with it
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| I can look at you and tell you niggas hurt and starving
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| Pocket always hurt like Percy Harvin
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| Niggas had everything for sale
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| Since back when yayo was 17, you never seen a bale
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| My niggas letting metal ring as well
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| I tell them to make sure they hit everything and bail
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| You never seen a jail, you seem frail
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| We smell pussy on you, homie, we can tell
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| Pop him, drag his body if it leave a trail
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| Mop it up, chop him up, make sure you don’t leave a smell
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| Yeah, I paid the cost to be the boss
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| 5th on me and I’ma squeeze it off, it’s the Machine of course
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| You see I’m in the Porsche and not the old one
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| A slow run better than no run long as the dough come
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| You let off a whole drum and hit no one
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| My youngin' went from an 8-ball to moving whole ones
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| I know a nigga locked up for another nigga body
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| The risk you’re taking when buying another nigga shotty
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| Bare face, you know what that mean when it’s a robbery
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| The jack boys here to catch a motherfucking homi |