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Excuse me why I get my Heinz/
Hits at the back of the bottle still ain’t loss my mind/
I’m lining up I’m at the line running 10 to grab the dime/
I got so much in store/ tro boomin’ I want some more/
My life current I’m feeling like al gore/
These deterrents still ain’t stop my hunger for shores/
Coast to coast from the dirty 3rd/
Birds the word/
Forget the past tense that you heard/
I’m keep dreaming you can have all that I deferred/
I am about my bread I don’t knead with u dudes/
My tude kinda rude but the purp be the lube/
The machine keeps on churning/
And if its Machiavelli at the end the prince keeps on earning/
Why you was in the club spending all your change/
I was in the gym lifting books/
Pecking at Keyes writing these hooks/
Tryna cop my mom’s a range
Peep game this is the art of strange
They say in this land I’m Peter pan/
Never growing up until I build a Nigerian Neverland/
Like never did we think would have constant power
The plan ain’t fully complete but the attempts will soon flower
I’m far from crazy or lazy/
My past of 10 years kinda hazy/
Life is so amazing ode to the time I spent praying/
Amen/ Bless all my super sayains /
And when i’m in the zone I ain’t no longer playin
Like Vic I’m going blonde/ I just wrote another song/
Belly and Boyz in the hood no tears from Nia long/
Real deal combo/
Just quick with the assist like rondo/
Pass it to the people watch the shots go/
I’m on my pac flow/
Green life be the sign though
Tat it on my hand to for my remind tho
Come to my country I show you how I can handle that/
I’m bout my Washingtons but we can bring scandal back/
Hood pope can handle that/
Real quick real quick a nigga hard to deal with
0 to 100 my nigga real quick/
Forget that machi you gotta chill shit/
You can’t stand me now U can fall back/
I’m coming for the crown and all that/
Never not working show up in fatigue/
My goals are from another league/
Champions for the real/ I done realized
These niggas need to be baptized/
In a pool full of lean/ slow’d up and poe’d up
My nigga hold up we dem boyz Wiz done showed up
Click click that’s the team of 419ers/
Blowing up the bank from the diner
Forget that pass we born to ball/
Don’t answer that fax we on the call/
Hello, The Mighty Machine, stready chasing the dream
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