Testo On Board! - Mac
Testo della canzone On Board! (Mac), tratta dall'album On Board!
I'm not a real conscious, nigga
I'm your sub-conscience, nigga
A lot on my conscience, nigga
I know the rhymes to give 'em
Your music got fossils in 'em
I'm so tired of tired niggas
Don't know where they find them niggas
Go toe-to-toe with a giant
Looking for me, I'm a giant
Trapped in my lil midget body
Blow dope like Cudi, said Carti
Blood on my canvas, concrete
You don't gotta like me to watch me
Pull up on me with some caution
We did the dash out in Austin
My new shit dripping on faucets (Aye)
A body's how much it would cost it (Aye)
My dick in the mood for that soft shit
And it don't be that way too often, aye
O-M-G, MAC!, you done lost it
No nigga, it's where I left it at
If i'on got a case, then I'm catching that
I'm in my house in the kitchen, man
Peep how the flow steadily switching, damn man
I'm really fried, no chicken skin
Money dance, this how you digit dance
Pray I make as many M's as I get to see alive
All the years I'm alive in my living span, yeah
I'mma only do what my interest in, yeah
It's just "Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup"
Can't get hurt when a nigga stand back
If it's my ground then a nigga stand that
Help a nigga out and I'll give a hand back
Back hand out when a nigga act black
Hurt a nigga deep like sickle-cell, yeah
When he went deep in your middle field, yeah
I'd go to sleep on a MILF again, yeah
I'd go deep in a MILF and then scram
I went deep in a MILF and then (Scram)
Honda, aye. Two-door
Got quite a future to shoot for
I don't want smoke from your Newports
I came to kick it like shoe stores
Underdog MAC! who to root for
I'mma boss up, get a new toy
Niggas way softer than a chew-toy
No cap, jerk-off, New Boyz
Y'all niggas so lost, true story
This shit goes in, loose boards
Young nigga dress sharp, two swords
Minor setback, damn gotta move forward
Some niggas neglecting your blessings
So I can't really tell what it's used for
You don't really give a damn what it's used for
You don't really give a damn, my nigga
(I'on really give a damn...)
(Nah for real...)
(It's a whole lotta MAC!$HIT)
(Young M-A-C, you know what the fuck I mean
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Young M-A-C, you know what the fuck I mean, aye)
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Writer(s): Edward Neveu, Jr.
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