I been seeing crack rock since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the same damn
Dope fiends burnt up glass and the coke screens
You know that balled up cash where that dough cream
Hit the block before the birds start chirpin
Scope the set before I serve one person
In between cars, never out in the open
I dont trust vans and I hate black suburbans
Crack that Im servin, pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw, nigga
I dont fck with bake
I dont never get stuck with weight
Open shot, every smoker wit a straight, brush my gate
You aint makin no dough cause you stretchin your shit
fck tryin to make more, dog, Im stressin to flip
Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin to hit
Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin they drip
Im tryin to show you where the bread at
You catchin my drift? But I see where your head at
You stressin to bitch
Give me that hot plate and pyrax pop
Shit, Ill show you how to fire that rock, supply that block
Pee pop, set up shop, with a half a block, lock down half the block
Turn that half a block to other half his block
Then Ill lock down the other half a block
I dont give a fck about the chatter in the background
Never put my straps down, nigga
This is Mack Town, nigga
Ask around, bitch nigga, I never was
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub
On the real, ya niggaz dont know me
Dont get found in the lake with eight shots like Kobe
Its the Gouch, what you talkin bout homie?
Ill make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman
I got more pots and strips then you
I make it hot
Niggaz wont even sell nicks to you
Not a rock
I spit phrases thatll thrill you
I got gats with clips, with lasers thatll kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines
These thugs gon getcha, slugs gon hit cha
Getcha
I got more gats and tecs than you
Ill make it hot
Niggaz wont even stand next to you
I tear the rock
When I clap down, back down your wack friends
Im twenty two
Uh
You dudes aint worth it, keep them funny jewels
Whoa
Im so street like asphalt
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, its Mack Mittens
Dont make me raise up and put my hands on you
Unverified a house sellin raids nigga
Ill put my grams on you unverified
Man, Im so fckin deep in the game
Got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame
Im seesaw, tryin to balance shit out
Until then, I got a six gon silence shit out
Wanna make the transition from the street to the fame
But I cant let it weaken my game, man, listen
Picture Mac flippin like a transmission
Little nickels, with slick fiftys tryin to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block
So I quickly move oars like Jiffy Lube
Never had it niggas and half the fact that niggas
Snortin magic niggas or the court rattin niggas