Mac God

[Rasheed] I wake up early to the sticky green on the indonesia Give back to the day, the puff, the pint, all at my leisure Pleasure and pain, give and take it's all the same So many rotten forgotten up in this dirty game I flip a solo to scope to your open pupils Stated neutral, weeded up from the indo strupals They bust they pistols at my click but they miss So being that this is ghetto treason, g's up in this hatin season Through all this anonmosity I keep it playalistic Lay your balistic, how to make it and I get it twisted You repo what you sold, but if you keep it low pro No pis-tol, you bound to gain the heat bro Apropriate buisness, associates is a must Just don't get stuck in the dust, and never have no trust Lust them, never love a hoe, leave em when they pay Looks can be decieving, please believe everything I say [Chorus x2] Gotta get your game and paper right The Mac God yo Stay on your toes all day and night And then he said And never ever love a hoe The Mac God yo Watch for the state and the federal And then he said [Baby Beesh] Well I woke up with tears in my eyes I knew I was finna be player baptised He led me to the path blessing me with holy water Then he introduced me to his fluffy green daughter Her name was Mary Jane, very same girl I met when I was ten But I never let her in cuz I wasn't ready then But now your boy's a player prophet Mac God you been so gracious You tightened up my laces then you dealt me those four aces [South Park Mexican] It was all crystal clear like vodka I knew she was my girl since then first day I robbed her Eighty seven elbows, sell those, share holds like Melrose Cell phones be ringing in my stingin, who the hell knows Bring those pop, shoo-be-do-wop like hot lead Cuz I'm a pothead, I'll quit when I drop dead Pop said I ran him out the crib when I was three I been a g since the third day that me eyes began to see [Chorus x2] [Rasheed] Livin life in the world of a pirahna Goin through drama with baby mama Keepin a player persona, listenin to them old timers Criminal grimer, cervesa ain't as good as bomber Hey no need to rush young g, go ahead and take a comma You gots to whirl up in your hands with some marijuana Don't worry bout mama, just keep your focus on your dollars Don't be so quick to judge what we do Cuz everyday them haters are just waitin to hit you And I won't even mention you gots the killers on a regular basis Smiling faces, at the same time ploting on giving you cases You wanna roll through there all with your lady But regardless you still gotta raise the babies And I'ma be the first one to tell you not to love these hoes But love your mama, and the though Lord knows And actually women be hounding me from state to state Guess thats part of the being platinum player paid [Chorus x2]