MAC 11

Intro:

Tour bus got sticks on it

Mac 11 with a dick on it

Don’t be scared to drop a tick on it

Don't sell it whole nigga sit on it

Verse 1:

God money camp do or die

Army fatigue drip campoflauge

Turn yo city into veitnam

They gone have to bury me alive

Set trip get crucified

Going blind nigga eye for eye

Lord forgive me if somebody die

A dead man won’t testify

Real niggas look in my eyes

Sneak diss and get no reply

Raising hail mary serving mary j

Had all my clout be ablige

Army fatigue I’m leading, army fatigue I’m bleeding

Army fatigue you weaking, army fatigue I’m leaking

Try to pinch me get penalized

Go against me thats suicide

Gyo told me ain't no lucking up cause imma fuck em up

Cause they ain't seen my kind

I hit the booth and thats calabind

Im my own label let the label sign

Im my own label make the label sign

Mac 11 i don’t fuck wit 9’s

No ones a killer to you push em off the edge

And hear my father’s whisper his voice still in my head

Ain't no warning shots my nigga aim for the head

And I’m shooting at the floor in case they try to play died

Hook:

Guns where I’m at its the realist shit i ever wrote

Riding wit my mac its the realist gat i ever toot

I ain't never scared go head take me for a joke

Any nigga think he gone approach get his clit exposed

Damn when i spit its the realist shit thats ever spoke

I could never quit thats the realist shit you ever wrote

I was born in hell thats the realist place i ever go

I will never fail thats the realist thing you ever know

Verse 2:

See ive been dreaming bout this sindustry

And how them cowards envy me

Watch me go fuck all they hoes

And stunt on all my enemies

Niggas talk bout killing me

First you gotta get to me

If i die today lord i pray it was meant to be

Jump in the whip thats meant for me

This rapping shit is meant to be

And the price I’m getting it i can charge a nigga ten a G

18 for the 16, its sweet cause it sound cheap

Niggas getting .8 they won’t see the whole thang

Live full die empty

You can see I’m well scripted

Money, bitches, religion, God ammunition

Im the renaissance man

Everybody won’t get it

A nigga fucking wit Win

He ain't being realistic

Hook:

Guns where I’m at its the realist shit i ever wrote

Riding wit my mac its the realist gat i ever toot

I ain't never scared go head take me for a joke

Any nigga think he gone approach yea his clit exposed

Damn when i spit its the realist shit thats ever spoke

I could never quit thats the realist shit you ever wrote

I was born in hell thats the realist place i ever go

I will never fail thats the realist thing you ever know

Verse 3:

Tour bus got sticks on it

Mac 11 with a dick on it

Don’t be scared to drop a tick on it

Don't sell it whole nigga sit on it

Grind it up and then flip on it

I learned that from my big homie

Gold watch spent a brick on it

Looked like a liprocon pissed on it

Don’t judge a man by how he make money

You hit the interstate road running

Yo homie down let em hold something

You ain't hustling you ain't sold nothing

Don’t ask us shit cause we don’t know nothing

Yo homie look like he told something

I fuck a thot ’til her nose running

Then hit the interstate straight stunnin

They killing niggas cause we carry a message

Cops shooting niggas before they get arrested

I had a dream i could buy my way to heaven

When i woke i spent that on a fuckin Mac 11

Lets go to war

Hook:

Guns where I’m at its the realist shit i ever wrote

Riding wit my mac its the realist gat i ever toot

I ain't never scared go head take me for a joke

Any nigga think he gone approach yea his clit exposed

Damn when i spit its the realist shit thats ever spoke

I could never quit thats the realist shit you ever wrote

I was born in hell thats the realist place i ever go

I will never fail thats the realist thing you ever know