[Verse 1: Mac Tutmose]
Black sheep, jeans like a white boy
I remember when they used to call me white boy
Sold green I ain't ever touching white boy
Now I'm tryna get this money like I'm white, boy
I know a couple n***as who won't like that
Like "you rap mac, so why you even write that"
sh** I'm just chillin' man can I get the mic back
f** preachin' with them punch lines like do you even like rap
Lion pride, got eagle drive like my old street
Favorite number 12 but f** pigs and the police
And I ain't ever stuntin' man I'm probably chillin' lowkey
You hate and you still call me bro, i swear you n***as Loki's
I hammer down on any foe I hang around
I'm poppin' like it's bacon grease
It's funny how it's panning out
Say they throwing cash on tapes they handing out
MIB flash when the cameras out
Money, clothes, hoes, obsessin' a** n***as
I'm oh so tired of these flexin' a** n***as
1,000 for a fit, I'm the freshest a** n***as
Mansion Elan Obsession a** n***as
Leaving all that grow my dreads like Kenan
Believe in my raps and I'll be eating this evening
Stay spitting flame for the lames who ain't believe it
Make 'em rue the day and make sure my route scenic
And I will never say sorry
Black coupe de ville I don't need a damn Ferrari
I pest mock makin' sure my set rock
Playin with yo Ex Box them boy games like Atari
King Kuzco you ain't f**in' with my groove
n***a $ki should've never put me in the booth
Horn-rimmed gla**es and the crooked a** tooth
Ugly a** n***a but I still got the juice
Back in high school the realest n***a in yo group
And I ain't finished till I'm whippin' till i'm in coupe
Shoutout my n***a Paul he stay sipping Grey Goose
And f** all you n***as copying cause Mac just ain't YOU