Want More

(álbum: OG Maco - 2014)

[Hook:]
Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there's nothing left, now they want more
Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more

[Verse 1:]
Choppers, choppin, it's like Vietnam, smoking Napalm
Living days, I ain't slept in days, it's the the fourth one
Everybody think they're waterproof till the storm come
Make it rain, 100 dolla bills, 100 round drums
Full of rage and I'm out the cage, when I'm on the stage
You can see the savage, pocket watching just like field hands
Fuckin pea, I'm tryna count the cabbage
Fuck you talking for if I ain't askin?
Arky smiling but bitch I ain't laughing
Unless you call me on my bank route
All them commas, that's a real hoop
Still thinking bout the black coupe
It's a P-1, top see-through
If i ain't top Five its cuz im top two
You prolly thought it was a year or two
Bitch, you guessed it, now they want more
Competition? fuck the competition
Never slipping, I'm like golf soles
All in one, but that's on every song

[Hook:]
Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there's nothing left, now they want more
Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more

[Verse 2:]
I got a feeling but there's nothing in
All this profit gotta be a sin
Euros too, stack a million yen
Ion't trust bitches with a million friends
She just watchin homie, she just plottin on me
Feeling tensions, why you acting different?
Popping bottles, since a young nigga
Nineteen ordered 20 hens, had to get the money to my mans
Told em here bout the master-plan
Just the otha day he understand
We'll kill em with the truth
Broad day, no mask on
The young and scary children of the corn
Bunch of niggas raised with women scorned
Pimpin pimpin sippin sippin neva cookin cookies
Got yo feelins trippin listen listen
There's no pencil
Drew it up without a stencil
In the pistol with the read option
Couple scrambles, now I'm outta pocket
Hearin winner music, watch me rock it
I'm a star like my new Givenchy, on that topic where is Erykah
Tell Badu I wanna touch her, just confessing, I ain't Usher
Teaching lessons, no professor.
Bible, ratchet on my dresser
How you gon' do it? Say you want more!
How ya gon' prove it?
Working working I'm in overtime
Clocking in, nigga, grab the scale
Be a starter how you run the pie
Put in work on your battlefield

[Hook:]
Gave em hustle, struggle pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there's nothing left, now they want more
Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more