Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts
Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust, body get struck (brrt)
Shotty tucked, bakin' soda just so my product can fluff (what's up)
Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us (haaa)
Woah... I see you pussy niggas ain't learn
So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn
Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word (word?)
He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward (hahahaha)
Erry bar raw, its like 8 birds
And I didn't write a word
This shit is showtime, like when Magic played Bird
You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb
Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras
Mac with the compressor sittin' on the dresser
I'm applying all the pressure, I am the aggressor (the Machine!)
Send my dog to stretch ya, lay you on a stretcher
I don't fuck wit rappers, they can't get a verse from me
Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally
I could sent a shooter through and have you murked for me
Niggas don't want problems, they wanna work for me (you want a job)
Yay sit in the pan, BAPE shit in Japan
If I know the nigga snake, I don't shake the nigga hand
I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand
You'll need an operation when I spray shit, nigga scram
I swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop an album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown
Coulda been worse, I could be callin from the jail on the phone
Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone
Don't make me hit you in yo head with this chrome (boom boom boom!)
Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known
I smash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone, Machine bitch, ahh!
