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Mackned

Grave For 2

 

Grave For 2

(album: Hollywood Dropout 3 - 2021)


Gotta work that hard
Work that hard
To see you shine

I get high with my five, fool we hi five
Take the dutchy from my younging, he hop out the car
I feel like Horse Head always in a nascar
She want a jack boy, in a jaguar
Can't shake the hood off of me it's a birth mark
Lost my hood nigga the fetty that's the worst part
360 to how I'm living, I turn around she a vixen I carry my issues with me
Thew me in the ocean so I grew up with the sharks
X marks the spot bitch yo' nigga is a mark
I ain't talking to his baby momma, but I could start
I need that good, good that good head I need that park

Niggas die, they jumping on yo bitch so bury me with mine
Put a dart in anybody that I told you I ain't like
I'm letting niggas talk, but that's usually how three slide
I ain't with the social media, I'm with the vibe
They ain't open up a lane, first we had to pry it
You ain't had a chance to bust so we had to fire it
Trump ain't give me nothing so I had to grind

It don't take much work, it don't take much work
It don't take much work to see you shine

This why I won't be fucking with fans
She be talking to the police, he talking to feds
My ring broke on the back of his head
You love me baby, girl but just tell me again
If you don't listen to me baby then I can't save you
Blue strips like a fan then it's palm angels
And my nigga died, they jumped on his bitch and that hoe ain't even mine
You know how I'm coming when I slide up
I just need my banks, no Tyra
Imma hit that money dance like a manila folder
She has some origami shit but fuck that's how we going up

Niggas die, they jumping on yo bitch so bury me with mine
Put a dart in anybody that I told you I ain't like
I'm letting niggas talk, but that's usually how three slide

done

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