Mac Tutmose - Thutmose III lyrics

[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