[Verse: Mac Tutmose]
No Cannon but I came through drummin' man
Ran cross the line like a running back
TV got you living like another man
See me I'm probably plottin' on 100 Grand
And f** fame I'mma do it for my name sake
Want the wood grain like an AK
Rap n***as selling out like eBay
But I'mma bring it back like a rebate
I'm high but I hit the ground running
n***as think I'm dumb, I just dumb it down cousin
My mom would catch a fit if she catch me cussin'
But these B's want a piece superbad McLovin'
She wanna thank me when she get the stuffing
Calling women b**hes when it's hoes you cuffin'
Simp over hoes, No no, don't love 'em
But if she want the D then that's up for discussion
f** 'em
No stuntin'
It's nothin'
And my outfit cost less than 600
Don't know the words just hum it
No gang bang, we coming!
You already know I'm from Atlanta bruh
Yeah i hear 'em I am not a fan of 'em
Feds tryna catch me on the camera
Government shice just might move to Canada
I'm climbing up the ladder like a tournament
Know it's 7g's in that quarter man
Come hang smoke trees like an ornament
Sacks in my pocket like a quarterback
I'm k**in' I don't think they really feelin' me
Probably cause I'm overusing similes
I'm listening to everything you tellin' me
BUT
Lemme build my own identity
I got a litte cash, not enough yet
Go against me and that's an upset
Move a little weight but I ain't buff yet
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
I'm a young n***a
Called lame, dressed dapper
You gotta "W'haa"
Rap game Parappa
Never thought I'd be a dealer or a rapper
I used to be that n***a in the math club