Yeah nigga It’s the motherfucking Machine, nigga You know how it go It’s been a hell of a year, man You know what I mean My future is bright, nigga Fuck you talking about? Look Thinking back when I used to move [?] Now they’re sending bales of gorilla glue over The wax had me in a few comas What we got in common, boy, you never been a thousand dollar shoe owner Machine, bitch, they’re saying he relentless, but fuck it Nigga, I’ma be a menace ‘till I receive a sentence Shout out to the OG’s in prison That had to flee the Benzes, now they’re bidding behind [?] fences And they ain’t even tripping, my sneakers limited, I’ve seen you phishing You can’t even get it, boy Put that on Momma Love, I will leave a nigga Bullet in his lung, I promise it’s hard breathing with it I can look at you and tell you niggas hurt and starving Pocket always hurt like Percy Harvin Niggas had everything for sale Since back when yayo was 17, you never seen a bale My niggas letting metal ring as well I tell them to make sure they hit everything and bail You never seen a jail, you seem frail We smell pussy on you, homie, we can tell Pop him, drag his body if it leave a trail Mop it up, chop him up, make sure you don’t leave a smell Yeah, I paid the cost to be the boss 5th on me and I’ma squeeze it off, it’s the Machine of course You see I'm in the Porsche and not the old one A slow run better than no run long as the dough come You let off a whole drum and hit no one My youngin’ went from an 8-ball to moving whole ones I know a nigga locked up for another nigga body The risk you’re taking when buying another nigga shotty Bare face, you know what that mean when it’s a robbery The Jack boys here to catch a motherfucking homi