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Mack Dizzle - Sucka Free (Feat. Keesh)(Prod By: @ProdByMo)[Official Audio]
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Mack Dizzle
Mack Dizzle
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Keesh Keesh
Keesh Keesh
Songwriter

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Ay yo I came along way From hunger pains Living in poverty Went from flipping bricks Now my N**** flipping property From playpens to the pen's Now my N**** living properly Kick down every door Everybody that thought They shit on me I stay Sucka Free Because I ain't with the fuckery Talking shit behind my back Then wanna say what's up to me It was the fake love for me Too much sniffing drugs for me When comes to respect Y'all ain't get enough of me I'm trying find my way To the top by playing the block Thought I could solve all my problems By weighing a block dope in my sock While still breaking the pot I ain't looking out for opps But still docking the cops I had them waiting on me While I catered the spot We're suppose to move as one But they hated a lot It was the fake love for me N***** moves like thugs to me When I turned my back They talked about putting slugs in me Riding on the freeway been up for three days Selling shitlike it's Ebay pass it off relay If I could profit off the top then Forgot what he say she say Because I ain't got time To sat and debate I just broke down some food Im just tryna scrape off the plate Posted with some young thugs So get the F*** out my face Them boys they one of us He tryna run a hunnid up And they going to tell you We some G's whenever it Comes to one us It's Mack Came along way From hunger pains Living in poverty Went from flipping bricks Now my N**** flipping property From playpens to the pen's Now my N**** living properly Kick down every door Everybody that thought They shit on me I stay Sucka Free Because I ain't with the fuckery Talking S*** behind my back Then wanna say what's up to me It was the fake love for me Too much sniffing drugs for me When comes to respect Y'all ain't get enough of me Diss her diss him diss them You dissed me like a N**** Shooting with no aim Y'all gonna miss me Hold the weight like a fat boy Hold his pounds these Hammers are like black Girls asses you know they round I'm steady making noise Y'all ain't making no sound Fuck what y'all made before It's what y'all making right now Getting paper like teachers You know he's getting piles Went from joggers to a suit Long money switch the style Yo I ain't with the fuckery So move with all that sucka shit My little N**** rude he's off the hip And start dumping it His mom is off the work He fucked around and Started pumping it The game he fell in love with it And ain't worried about other shit Came along way from pissy hallways Tryna get all ways they call his phone all day On the 401 cuz he's tryna make all plays Do it properly he went from Flipping bricks to flipping property it's Mack!!! Came along way From hunger pains Living in poverty Went from flipping bricks Now my N**** flipping property From playpens to the pen's Now my N**** living properly Kick down every door Everybody that thought They shit on me I stay Sucka Free Because I ain't with the fuckery Talking shit behind my back Then wanna say what's up to me It was the fake love for me Too much sniffing drugs for me When comes to respect Y'all ain't get enough of me
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