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iv - mach-hommy lyrics

[intro]
man
i don’t know about these n*ggas man
like yo
you thinking, you thinking like n*ggas is with you and sh*t
n*ggas don’t really f*ck with you
you really got to get it yourself
[?]
you know what i’m saying
yo, you don’t ever really know what’s on a n*gga’s list
yo we doing wild sh*t right quick
bugging your mind
he gon have a mic?

[verse 1:mach*hommy]
every woman that you lay with ain’t your wife dude
every look you cutting across the room while you faded got you playing with your life fool
looking back, [?] clocking every single [?] just to misinterpret gang signs in the dresser
if you don’t play it right
everybody that you promise, will show up at your aunty birthday party by your momma’s
that’s gangsta
now every single ounce that you shorted
is bold enough to see you at your house while you snoring
on the contrary every single blessing you bestow, is loading up they weapons to protect you from your foes
it ain’t monetary, that’s bulletproof love you hear me?
thank god for them shooters who buff
flip out and blow the p*ss out in true to true dust
clearly, every holiday with family is a thing, we don’t spend, every bit of every penny that you sent to the pen’
and again and again and again

[hook]
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
keep your mind open, don’t knock it baby
knock it off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
keep your mind open, don’t knock it baby knock it off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
it ain’t nothing but some real n*ggas popping off
keep your mind open, don’t knock it baby knock it off
knock it off off
baby knock it off
knock it off knock it off knock it off knock it off

[verse 2]
yo
[?] the point bob marley sang strictly from the bible
john legend spoke about jesus but he didn’t want to die though
so what makes a n*gga shoot up 56 [?] in kingston
hit a prophet in the mix i don’t know what’s the meaning
what make ‘em ask for your autograph? and come back hours later just to hit you with the ratchet
what’s the cause of that? (hey)
anyway
first i was a rasclat then i was a [?]
now i’m just a bumbaras bloodclaat, nasty
could have been a doctor
could have been a athlete
now i’m just a bonafide hustler, das me
find me where the crooks be
i be where the cash rule
first i was a rookie, yeah kinda bashful
now i’m where i should be
here, i’m a natural
now look good in print pair f*ck her that’s cool
first i was a weedhead, then i was the weedman
now we high grade connoisseur we no ease yall
first i used my tubesocks, then i used my shoebox
now we just use black card we no use cash
know what i mean?
word

- mach hommy lyrics

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