Halftime Show

[Verse] Look, Look, Look, Look, Nigga And my hat to the back with a brew in the hand Like the Mac in the frat but I failed math class Drinking, Olde English and that's that Now a nigga rap for the racks Shout out to the pack Tone, Meez, and my nigga Matt Yeah I said the Mack, but a matter of fact you can call me Jack Try and put me in the box but I ain't having that I can not be trapped, but I could ignore rap Man please, we gone be good regardless Through the rain and the hardships cause God is aware where my heart is We got this, young gardeners Accomplished a lot and I just started So pardon me, I'm usually modest, but now I got to be brutally honest I'm riding around like the Uzi's and all with not giving a fuck The bitches talk tough cause they trying to get us to fuck But I don't ever listen when we groupies is talkin' I know that coochie is tarnished Shit, Bitch you acting like my group be retarded You can't fool me at all Shit, I'll be damned It's more "fuck you and Uncle Sam" You on the same damn team with the same damn dream At my halftime show tryin' to fuck up my bands Trying to fuck up my bands Man y'all niggas can't fuck with my band Too many niggas with the trumps in they hands, Dddr! Now mother fuckers can't stand and I can't stand when you niggas play, dog When it come to new heart, LA nigga Blood or Crip man you know you gotta say Cozz What you thought? I was gone be in the hood forever? I'm no Jedi, and I, got a feeling when I get to the money I'll be good forever Doesn't Cody Macc and cheese sound so good together? Doubt me, nigga you should never I spit lines that go over your head but your neck still could get severed You could be clever, but I spit the stupid bars and y'all fools just listen Man ya'll fools just trippin' Mother fucker And that's real, mother fucker And that's really real, mother fucker One time for the, one time for the dollar signs One time for the, one time for the hoes I'm off that Grey Goose, Yeah!