187th Chamber

[Verse]

Look, look

My nigga sold all kinda raw

But if you got it and we ain't got it

We kicking down your momma door

I'm big homie my youngins'll catch a homi for

Had red dots on your face like Lonzo Ball

Whip a gellato then I call

These niggas is just a lot of talk

Pop up on niggas like lotto balls

Like what's popping, hollow tips popping off

And I ain't stopping 'til I see bodies fall

Left Shade 45 pulled the Mazi off

When them niggas want a beat bodied, I get called

I just gotta call my young nigga

He gon' pop shotty off

Hit yo' knee cap, knock it off

I'm a boss

You know them verses got a cause

I took the blood bottoms off now I rock the Kors

I jot it raw

When I write it I'm fucking psychotic yall

Niggas ain't fucking with me, not at all

Uh, I'm a legend I swear

I'm from the hood, boy, you never was there

All that trappin in your raps but

You ain't never measure a square

Christian Lou in my closet nigga several a pair

Don't ever compare me to a nigga with

Different color dreads in his hair

Uppercut his head in the air

Drop numbers like 23 for the pelicans, yeah

I promise it's been a hell of a year

Yeah, you know it's the Machine

I'm Kobe with the rings

What the fuck is mumble rap? I ain't know it was a thing

You bitches on my dick now they noticing the bling

I'ma just make 'em fuck all the homies on the team

Trying to get my niggas rich get 'em paid

Kill the game then piss on it's grave

Yeah, the four fifth it'll raise

Quick then I empty the whole clip in his waves

Machine nigga