Half of It

I been so stressed out lately, ****

You don't even know the half of it

Get the dreg on the lung, said, I need smoke

****, bring me a half of it

I got a lil bit of shit from Cookies left

But I'm 'bout to smoke the last of it

Hold up

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah)

I been so stressed out lately, ****

You don't even know the half of it

My homie just finished ten years

Of his prison sentence

That ain't even half of it

I just whipped up another brick

Before it even dried

Sold half of it

The plug love me

He ain't gotta front me

I got all his money

Not half of it

Got my bag up, I'm in this rap bucket

From the hood

I never had nothing

Bought that bitch some new titties

She already had a fatty

And a flat stomach

This shit is easy as a free throw

Sellin' Ps, ho

I don't bag nothing

Gettin' money in the streets

Went to my jewelers

Spent a **** rap budget

I ain't goin' for shit

I ain't hearin' it

If I gotta up it

I'm clearin' shit

VS on my bust down

It's clear as shit

You **** all know what's up

And who year it is

You **** can't fuck with me, period

She wanna fuck on her period

I'm like, "Bitch, you can't be serious"

New Lambo truck and I'm steerin' it

I showed a lotta **** love

But that same love never get reciprocated

Even when I put **** in position

Helpin' **** get situated

Change your whole livin' situation

But that's just what real **** do

If you my bro

You know I'll take the shirt off my back

And I'll give it to you

(Facts!)

You gotta watch 'em

It's always the **** you love

That be stealin' from you

I looked in the mirror, and I said

"Machine, ain't nobody that's realer than you!"

My lil' brother upstate

It's money on his phone

When he wanna call home

Told him, he ain't gotta worry 'bout shit

Got a bag waitin'

When my boy home

Keep my brother, Goose, with me

Every day, he flyest

**** is Dior Homme

I ain't gon' change on my ****

(No!)

Not for no fame or no bitches

(No!)

I took a loss, **** thought I was broke

When I needed ****

Them **** ain't show

I had to get it the best way I know

I just reminded myself

I'm the GOAT

Now every ball I get

Straight off the boat

Gold on my neck

Like I'm still sellin' dope

If I only see you when I got a show

You ain't really my ****

And that's how I know

Fake love, fake love

Uh, I don't do the fake love

Talkin' down behind my back

Nah, homie, that ain't love

I just did another show

Filled another safe up

Take the stick on tour

All my **** Drac'd up

I just stayed down and I leveled up

Look how I'm stackin' my cheddar up

VS, the bezel up

Got all my ****, we standing on couches

And we fuckin' Revel up

Bitches can't hear that Maybach engine revving up

I ain't gon' fuck

If she average or regular

I make a call

Brodie grippin' his FN up

I'm the Machine

I don't see no competitors

(Grrrrrrr!)

(Talk to 'em!)

I make a call

Brodie grippin' his FN up

I'm the Machine

I don't see no competitors, yeah

Machine, bitch

Yeah, look what I became, ****

Look what y'all **** made me!

Yeah, yeah, uh

I been so stressed out lately, ****

You don't even know the half of it

My homie just finished ten years

Of his prison sentence

That ain't even half of it

I just whipped up another brick

Before it even dried

Sold half of it

The plug love me

He ain't gotta front me

I got all his money

Not half of it

Got my bag up, I'm in this rap bucket

I'm from the hood

I never had nothing

Bought that bitch some new titties

She already had a fatty

And a flat stomach

This shit is easy as a free throw

Sellin' Ps, ho

I don't bag nothing

Gettin' money in the streets

Went to my jeweler

Spent a **** rap budget

Yeah!

You fuck **** can't fuck with me, ****

I'm the realest **** I know, ****

Ask ****

Ask **** how I give it up, ****

I got to be the realest **** in this shit

Know what I mean?

I ain't never switched up on the bros

You know what I mean?

Teflon love for all my ****, that's solid

Yeah

Rick Hyde

It was time, baby

We got these **** in chokehold right now, ****

Yeah, gone