歌詞
[Verse 1]
Look
Empty out the Kel-Tec, till ain't a shell left
Bullets burn, I can smell flesh, I can smell death
I inhale the last L right on Hell's steps
Devil's Reject, fuck you expect? Listen
I got too many guns, and not enough drama
So I'm broad day in the hood, popping the llama
I get the blocks from papi, then I holler hasta mañana
Eating pasta like a mobster, silk Prada pajamas
I've got to be out of my fucking mind
[Verse 2]
I'll have B-Wiz sniff another fucking line and break your fucking spine
I'm back around, graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
And got a brick and a pistol, 'stead of a cap and gown
A couple choppa shots will back them down
Waving the K like, "Look at me, I am the Captain now"
Thought you had racks, homie, what happened now?
You take a loss and have more excuses than Pacquiao
Ask around, you fuck **** I smack around
My Don C Bulls jacket smell like a pack of loud
My bitch double C, it's Chanel bagging now
Giuseppe on her feet, I-8 Beamer, she swagging now
[Verse 3]
A hundred bags a week, that's on average now
Sending cookies from Cali, I'm waiting on a package now
I only came to snatch the crown from whoever has it
I don't fuck with these faggot **** that's rapping now
Jump out of the coupe with something to shoot inside
So run up on me, you're committing suicide
I built a reputation **** can't scrutinize
APCs, shattered back boards, hoodies Superdry
Medusa on the buckle, Gator on the brim
I pull up on your corner, shit's spraying from a Benz
It's funny how you only feel betrayal from a friend
It's never the enemy, they hate you from within
[Verse 4]
This for them **** that play with the razors in the pen
My bars sharp, I write with razors in my pen
My little bro will put the gauge up to your chin
He gon' wait till I say when, but his patience's running thin
Look, I am the illest, I am the realest
I ain't a rapper, I am a killer, I am a menace
Listen, I have completed what you're trying to finish
I'm aiming at your cap, trying to peel it
It's the Machine, bitch
[Verse 5]
It's the Machine, bitch
Written by: Demond Price, Thomas A. Paladino