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[Intro]
The Beat Brothers
Guilty
This sh*t got that feel
[Verse 1]
Uh, look, reject back from the trenches
Back with the MAC with extensions
Thinkin' 'bout when they had me layin' on my back in intensive
Clapped in my head and neck
That sh*t was inches from hittin' my carotid
I would've bled to death and nobody could stop it
Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice box to try to get it out it
"You can't touch it and I doubt there's anything we can do about it"
Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves
No feeling in my legs, I took a bullet in the head, ni**a
That's why I chuckle at the commеnts that I read
About the way my face look, and sh*t, I could'vе been dead
Just focus on the lyrics, don't focus on my appearance
Bro, you too pussy to go through it, so you fear it
You see the way they quotin' this sh*t hysterically
What you see is the dopest of any era, Machine
Bump a line of this coke you see on the mirror
Sniff, ni**a, this sh*t is a gift, ni**a
King of the underground, but still, I'm a rich ni**a
A few years ago, I was just on my dick, ni**a
Moral of my story, I ain't switch up my pitch, ni**a
Stayin' true to myself and take whatever I get, ni**a
A lot of ni**as rappin', they don't spit it like this, ni**a
Rollie on my wrist, leave the pot like this, ni**a, whip, ni**a
Name your top five, I might be better
After this album, bet a critic can't slight me ever
No pen, no pad when I write these lyrics
I just recite off the top, that sh*t hype me better
Played with bricks since the fitted cap and white tee era
Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs, ni**a
No kizzy, we was really at necks, ni**a
Really bled with me, then he really got stretched, ni**a
Machine