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Araruna

de Craven

Yeah nigga
It’s the motherfucking Machine, nigga
You know how it go
It’s been a hell of a year, man
You know what I mean
My future is bright, nigga
Fuck you talking about?
Look

Thinking back when I used to move [?]
Now they’re sending bales of gorilla glue over
The wax had me in a few comas
What we got in common, boy, you never been a thousand dollar shoe owner
Machine, bitch, they’re saying he relentless, but fuck it
Nigga, I’ma be a menace ‘till I receive a sentence
Shout out to the OG’s in prison
That had to flee the Benzes, now they’re bidding behind [?] fences
And they ain’t even tripping, my sneakers limited, I’ve seen you phishing
You can’t even get it, boy
Put that on Momma Love, I will leave a nigga
Bullet in his lung, I promise it’s hard breathing with it
I can look at you and tell you niggas hurt and starving
Pocket always hurt like Percy Harvin
Niggas had everything for sale
Since back when yayo was 17, you never seen a bale
My niggas letting metal ring as well
I tell them to make sure they hit everything and bail
You never seen a jail, you seem frail
We smell pussy on you, homie, we can tell
Pop him, drag his body if it leave a trail
Mop it up, chop him up, make sure you don’t leave a smell
Yeah, I paid the cost to be the boss
5th on me and I’ma squeeze it off, it’s the Machine of course
You see I’m in the Porsche and not the old one
A slow run better than no run long as the dough come
You let off a whole drum and hit no one
My youngin’ went from an 8-ball to moving whole ones
I know a nigga locked up for another nigga body
The risk you’re taking when buying another nigga shotty
Bare face, you know what that mean when it’s a robbery
The Jack boys here to catch a motherfucking homi

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