What nigga drop that shit
Soldier say K L
These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut lyrical dope certified by my scale
The homicide rapper there'll never be another after
The Mac's rapture I represent that's what I'm on the map for
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
1 8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss
?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives
In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it
When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case
In this mothafucka ya heard of me
?T-T and herb hit the spot?
All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
Chorus: Mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got it, I got it
Verse 2: Mac
I was born in it and represented
The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique
Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
Momma said it's a shame, po