Testo MACHIAVELLI - Vic Mensa
Testo della canzone MACHIAVELLI (Vic Mensa), tratta dall'album WORLDWIDE SONICS
Yeah
SaveMoney shit
Uh
Back to reclaim my throne
I'm the prince of the city, young Makaveli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law, two-time felony charge, gun-totin'
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
When 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 rock like the old Jay but I'm a backstabber
'Cause I un myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved
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 talkin' down, Vagina Monologue
I ain't runnin' 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 cryin' like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully, don't be a matador, this ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags, looters in Hermès
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 Makaveli
Still alive across the belly
Uh
Let me get it back
Uh
Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rockin' Y/Project
With my ride-or-die bitch, nigga, where the locs at?
Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial
I was really fightin' for freedom like Desmond Tutu
Shit is like apartheid if you've seen the Southside
No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed
Paper Planes snapback, shout to M and Ty Ty
Yeah, I did a rock album, that's 'cause I'm a rockstar
I'm from where the Moes push rocks like the Tomb of Jesus
To put new 22s on they coupe
Sellin' D, duckin' 12, undercovers lookin' 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 and still save money
I take that to the grave with me, the game's funny
A nigga went from robbin' in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Inglewood, 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 lie if my death 'fore they believe a nigga?
Alive
Alive
I'm still alive
Alive
I'm still alive
I'm still alive
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Glen Ashley Johnson, Victor Kwesi Mensah, Eryn Allen Kane, Amire Johnson, Malcolm Johnson Martin
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