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letra de mac 11 - og win

mac 11

intro:

tour bus got sticks on it
mac 11 with a d-ck on it
don’t be scared to drop a tick on it
don’t sell it whole n-gga sit on it

verse 1:

god money camp do or die
army fatigue drip campoflauge
turn yo city into veitnam
they gone have to bury me alive
set trip get crucified
going blind n-gga eye for eye
lord forgive me if somebody die
a dead man won’t testify
real n-ggas look in my eyes
sneak diss and get no reply
raising hail mary serving mary j
had all my clout be ablige
army fatigue i’m leading, army fatigue i’m bleeding
army fatigue you weaking, army fatigue i’m leaking
try to pinch me get penalized
go against me thats suicide
gyo told me ain’t no lucking up cause imma f-ck em up
cause they ain’t seen my kind
i hit the booth and thats calabind
im my own label let the label sign
im my own label make the label sign
mac 11 i don’t f-ck wit 9’s
no ones a k!ller to you push em off the edge
and hear my father’s whisper his voice still in my head
ain’t no warning shots my n-gga aim for the head
and i’m shooting at the floor in case they try to play died

hook:

guns where i’m at its the realist sh-t i ever wrote
riding wit my mac its the realist gat i ever toot
i ain’t never scared go head take me for a joke
any n-gga think he gone approach get his cl-t exposed
d-mn when i spit its the realist sh-t thats ever spoke
i could never quit thats the realist sh-t you ever wrote
i was born in h-ll thats the realist place i ever go
i will never fail thats the realist thing you ever know

verse 2:

see ive been dreaming bout this sindustry
and how them cowards envy me
watch me go f-ck all they hoes
and stunt on all my enemies
n-ggas talk bout k!lling me
first you gotta get to me
if i die today lord i pray it was meant to be
jump in the whip thats meant for me
this rapping sh-t is meant to be
and the price i’m getting it i can charge a n-gga ten a g
18 for the 16, its sweet cause it sound cheap
n-ggas getting .8 they won’t see the whole thang
live full die empty
you can see i’m well scripted
money, b-tches, religion, god ammunition
im the renaissance man
everybody won’t get it
a n-gga f-cking wit win
he ain’t being realistic

hook:

guns where i’m at its the realist sh-t i ever wrote
riding wit my mac its the realist gat i ever toot
i ain’t never scared go head take me for a joke
any n-gga think he gone approach yea his cl-t exposed
d-mn when i spit its the realist sh-t thats ever spoke
i could never quit thats the realist sh-t you ever wrote
i was born in h-ll thats the realist place i ever go
i will never fail thats the realist thing you ever know

verse 3:

tour bus got sticks on it
mac 11 with a d-ck on it
don’t be scared to drop a tick on it
don’t sell it whole n-gga sit on it
grind it up and then flip on it
i learned that from my big homie
gold watch spent a brick on it
looked like a liprocon p-ssed on it
don’t judge a man by how he make money
you hit the interstate road running
yo homie down let em hold something
you ain’t hustling you ain’t sold nothing
don’t ask us sh-t cause we don’t know nothing
yo homie look like he told something
i f-ck a thot ’til her nose running
then hit the interstate straight stunnin
they k!lling n-ggas cause we carry a message
cops shooting n-ggas before they get arrested
i had a dream i could buy my way to heaven
when i woke i spent that on a f-ckin mac 11
lets go to war

hook:

- og win

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