Machiavelli's Theory

I treat these verses like I'm selling you a pack And I've been working this whole time So I won't tell you that I'm back I'm the undisputed champ Don't need a belt to tell me that And they aiming with them sticks They taking selfies in the trap Boy don't tell me how to rap Or I should switch the flow And bitch don't tell me how to drink I'm tryna sip it slow Green faces all around me Feel like Piccolo Oh and ODR the movement If they didn't know L Peezy bitch I'm hotter than your kitchen stove Skipping class flipping bows Youngin getting hoes Dreams of cash for these flows Taking trips to Rome Fuck a bitch send her home Walking pigeon toed Y'all shit getting old Was eating and now it's getting cold Couldn't reach these heights On a flight while you getting stoned Wanna change your life My advice is you listen close This that music that you fight to Get hype punch em in the nose It's hard to deal with More shit than what I can take Smoke an eighth to the face Tryna find my place Rather be a real dick Than be nice and fake I'm tryna give you real dick I ain't tryna date And I ain't playing with you pussies I ain't toying with my lunch Used to dream bout where I'm at Should of enjoyed when I was young Dreams of plaques hung on my wall Like I'm employee of the month Turn a cat to origami on a track I fold em up First I kill them folks with kindness Then the .forty in my trunk Place an order for the runts We at the border smoking blunts That boy wanna be just like me swear I thought he was my son We gon' corner him and Rip his legs off em if he runs In the system I was fighting Lawsuits when I was young Now we shutdown the bank Tailor made suit to get my funds And you can't ball with us Y'all are trash Can't put you on a song with us I built my own ship And started looting like Somalia And I don't throw the towel in I wipe my sweat and ball it up And throw it in your face Bitch why you talking You just stalling us A million on my hard drive And that's just in the archives And I remember hard times But now I think it's our time I do this shit for hip hop Cause I can't let the art die Running from the jakes I came up from the Pharcyde But y'all don't hear me Demons hiding in the shadows I can't let em near me The ends justify the means Machiavelli's Theory And that means we gon' get it anyway I been training for the war I could be ready any day Remember buying a couple ounces With the fetty that I saved I was balling as a young boy Ain't talking NBA Yea, yea, they see the future In my stuntas when they look at me Said I would make it And I'm Gunna like I'm pushing P A lil dosage of that dope shit Leave em coming back I be hooking fiends Spittin crack on the track Like I'm Pusha T