Stan Himself - Mack lyrics

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Stan Himself - Mack lyrics

[Verse: Dre Knox] Do anything to come home It's Wellington's own, well in the zone Tryna cop it for the throne Used to do this for the thrill now it's a bigger picture Go and let the city know the top is where I'll sit ya Tell the fam hold on a little more I'm taking this rap thing a tad more serious than before So I'll work my way to the top, with no short cuts f** your buzz, grinding til I'm on a tour bus One day, I'm just tryna make history I fell in love with the game, but what tripped me? Promised that I'd never change dog, but what tricked me? It's like a burdon leaving home, wondering if they'll miss me Feeling homesick and keeping focused Let them ho's blow kisses And the bro's hit with the bro fist Aiming to be one of the dopest Around the block, I'm just hoping that one day you would notice [Verse: Avitodaklub] Never been serious, all black All these other rappers straight serious, all black I've been rollin' with the daklub, for years, four pack, attack Still dunkin' on u b**hes like we are the tall backs b**h call me up, no call backs Cause she's just a b**h and she claims to have more rack's But she more rank, like shawshank Dive in the pipe crystal weed called pure dank, high off the hype You throw on a snapback an NBA jersey You n***as stay swaggin while i stay working n***as still clubbing, b**hes still t**n I stay murkin, rappers still hurtin Yeah that's me, yeah that's we, I be working bruh D A K L U B, fire up the blunt Repping K O T V, cause we're from the hutt Two fingers down, three up cause we're in daklub [Verse 3: Stan Himself] Man I'm rapping for the hell of it always gunna be fine And we take in what we given and crush it to a line like Do I do this or do I that? Yeah and shout out macky Dre for throwing me upon a track Thinking rapping is gonna get out of focus They practicing what they preach but f** it I'm throwing roses And I'm feeling colder, never gonna be over sober And I do it for the land I ain't talking rover Ha ha, so throw the jack on Drink away my thoughts buzzing everything I feed on You don't even know my sh** you don't even know my life Look at what we doing we ain't never be the sober type I'm out, give me time to reflect Then I look into the mirror and I wonder what's next Yeah, ain't no time to ignore And shout to the artists from the D to the shore [Verse 4: Mitch Ill] Yo it's the boy with his head in the clouds I'm looking down at you now, these clowns are tripping I'm ripping sounds that I'm proud of I dropped a tape you couldn't frown 'pon Though most the time I was writing I had a frown on But I'm back with a smile for a while I won't say the sh** is permanent, life is always a trial And I'm always fighting through it Don't say I'm Nike influenced But my mumma loves the slogan She's telling me to just do it Often I'm the kick back don't give a f** guy Sitting on the sideline watching y'all pa** by But with this rap sh**, I'm the guy at the front of the pack getting lit Often I'm the f** that Imma stay home guy Watch some nickelodeon and order me some French fries But with this rap sh** I'm the guy at the front of the pack getting lit We out