MACVILI

(Damn) My seed was named after somebody else And if I go dumb, that’s bad for all their health Target head and shoulders and neck bones Easy does it, I spend a check and make sure they have to come check on him Check mate Dead is the soul of a man who was caught standing alone If he’s cold his home is 60 fucking feet below my old sneakers Make sure you know Jesus Why am I so hate filled? Make your life have no meaning (Bitch boy) Cook ‘em with the chopsticks Burn ‘em with the pitchfork He ain’t see the hit coming Ain’t know what it hit for Swinging this machete, bitch Hit up with a big sword Funeral from the bars, imma hit the kill switch Say I’m legitimized Buried feelings inside, I’m dead serious feeling alive Keep a villainous mind MACVILI telling a lie More like never would I Heaven’s a hell of a vibe Sell soul, never give mine up One time for the niggas that don’t post captions Two times for the niggas digging dirt up for their own caskets I just sent an invoice for your neck, I’m in my home, laughing That’s for sending threats for me about shit that just ain’t gon’ happen Pictured you alive and living life before you spoke madness Sad you gotta pay now, I kill you, we’ll be both happy Family TTG, you want your life then nigga don’t at me You way too big to run, that .40 blow, he running, no track meet I been feeling the devil inside Hatred kept him alive I ain’t sleep, bitch, I’m resting my eyes Rich for the rest of my life I ain’t ran out of lives yet, I was given a mindset of gold I’m finna eat, bitch Dropping all this heat, bitch You with the nigga even after you got beat, bitch Can’t save you Book of life from my city is filled up with these blank pages Save your life He boutta drown inside the lake of fire Sad you had to break the bond (And it’s not even just sneak dissin’ It’s not me hating on nobody, it’s just me coming at niggas that not coming correct, ‘cause bro When you been real to a mothafucka, all your mothafuckin All your mothafuckin’ time And they dry ass sneak diss you from behind. From behind your back And they gotta block you to do it Y’all ain’t on shit fam Make all the music you want, nigga we ain’t doing this for competition I’m just showing you awareness nigga, we the ones going up And you can go up too, but you can only go so far homie I’m limitless) I’m just beginning the forecast Get ready for rain, I’m coming down with some more facts Put this shit behind me, put the metal to your back I stay dropping dimes, I bet you couldn’t afford that I’ll make ‘eem more mad, when you play this shit forward, back And loop the shit Dude finna die over some stupid shit. (I’m done) Need I say more? We blowin’ up, bitch, like claymore (Forever it’s MTYKI “YKI”, youth, knowledge, immortality which means bitch I’m immortalized through everything I said because it comes from the heart I ain’t doing this shit for clout I ain’t doing this shit for status I’m not competing with nobody I ain’t trying to be bigger than the next man, I just know I will be Young M-A-C, you see what I’m saying?)