December 1st

I'll give you love, I'll give you love I'll be there for you when you need me I'll be your friend, and you can count on me (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) I'll give you love, I'll give you love I'll be right there when you need me I'll be your friend, and I'll be there 'til the end Doing 60 in the coupe, whole time, my mind racing Fuck a bitch, boy, it's Franklin's I'ma die chasing Got a lil' pape', now everybody in my life changing I-75, roadrunner, always highwaying Eyes red as hell, but my buffs' lens lavender Slide on the opps, we might come ten challengers Free my babies in their walking down calendars Pretty bitch riding passenger, might throw a bag at her Two hundred dollar beanie on and I am not capping Every play I draw be a six, they call me Tron Madden Woke up to my jack, I was faded off the Wock', napping Since 2016, I been in my Crocs scamming I'll give you love, I'll give you love I'll be there for you when you need me I'll be your friend, and you can count on me Mister I-done-took-a-thousand-trips-up-to-Big-Beaver Mister Road-Run, fuck up a hundred somethin' chip readers Hundred slides on me, bitch, address me as the BIN Reaper Unky pushing work out, gettin' active like a gym teacher Heart empty, catch us out of town, we only park Bentley's Moose Knuckle hood with the fur and the scarf Fendi Dub plus out of Hutch, lil' bitch, the charms heavy Blowing Woods rooftop on a five-star telly Butterfly doors, Tesla thing, this bitch charged up Two coffee cups, Wockhardt, this ain't no Starbucks Baby Tron, I'm a living legend, bitches starstruck Demolish shit with this hundred rounder, leave your car crushed I'll give you love, I'll give you love I'll be right there when you need me I'll be your friend, and I'll be there 'til the end Ran it up fast, but I ain't even slow down on the drugs yet Been the middleman forever, how you ain't the plug yet? Thinking that you up, ain't even seen a dub yet Finna take the world over if you're asking what's next Three-five of Turtle Pie hitting like a linebacker Blowing 50 dollar quarters, you ain't even high after Fried as hell getting phones, I'm a high-jacker Doggy only up fifty, he's a light stacker This a Hellcat, that's a Scat, I can drive faster Bitch used to laugh at the shooter, now I fly past her Reach for a chain, I wouldn't do it if your life matters On top, I was on the bottom like the ninth batter I'll give you love, I'll give you love I'll be right there when you need me I'll be your friend, and I'll be there 'til the end Nineteen hundred dollar bubble coat, I'm ready for the winter Hundred chopsticks, tour time, we're heavy in the Sprinters Food truck in LA, I'm getting Beni's for some dinner Doggy flashed a rack, looking hella petty in his pictures I don't wanna die young So I'm pitching bullets at the opps, I feel like CY Young In a spaceship, I'm moon bound if I fly up Probably always tripping 'cause my Yeezys never tied up Ridin' around, mind cloudy, back-to-back 'Woods Rap star, 2017, I had to crack juggs On my way to a boss meeting, got a MacBook Yeah, I see what you're flashing, how that stash look? I'll give you love, I'll give you love (ay, shitty, weird) I'll be right there when you need me I'll be your friend, and I'll be there 'til the end (Damn Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)