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Mack Maine

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They say powder makes you hyper
They say reefer makes you calm
They say cigarettes give you cancer what about alcohol?


Swisher full of thoughts and ideas i'm light years ahead of my peers, who shall i fear?
I keep more cameras on me than a cashier
And these niggas old news, something like last year
Time to check these pussies as i go past them i direct traffic, no, you can't pass here
Young money, baby, we control the south
My flow nuts, i'm in a booth with my scrotum out
When you was talking, real niggas, they should've told you 'bout
How i would cut your engine off...mouth
Excuse me, shorty, i can't help you at the bar
'cause you ain't helped me write a bar but i can help you pass the bar
Our way is law from winnipeg to wichita
No contraceptive on my flow, i'm fucking raw i mix the weed with mister miyagi
To all you daring songs, i'm mister miyagithey say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer
Ooze makes you doubt
What about alcohol?all of my niggas holling thug life
Yeah, them boys live that drug life i know some fiends that could tell you what your drug like
Catch you sipping coffee and pot, turn your mug right
The land of the heartless, it ain't no love right
We gotta eat, we gotta grab, right?
I know a chick that's chicken fed with chicken head, she always giving head to get ahead
She got a big ass and she got some d cups
She slurp it till she catch the hiccups
Married to the game with no pre-nup
She quick to tell you you ain't on shit nigga, you don't own shit, you get your own shit
See, i'm a bad boy, something like a little rascal i spit pangs, i should have a botty bazzler
They snatch purses and leave you in hearses i just hope they ain't inspired by my verses
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm cigarettes give you cancer ooze makes you doubt what about alcohol?

Swisher full of thoughts and ideas i'm light years ahead of my peers, who shall i fear?
I keep more cameras on me than a cashier
And these niggas old news, something like last year
Time to check these pussies as i go past them i direct traffic, no, you can't pass here
Young money, baby, we control the south
My flow nuts, i'm in a booth with my scrotum out
When you was talking, real niggas, they should've told you 'bout
How i would cut your engine off...mouth
Excuse me, shorty, i can't help you at the bar
'cause you ain't helped me write a bar but i can help you pass the bar
Our way is law from winnipeg to wichita
No contraceptive on my flow, i'm fucking raw i mix the weed with mister miyagi
To all you daring songs, i'm mister miyagi

They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer
Ooze makes you doubt
What about alcohol?

All of my niggas holling thug life
Yeah, them boys live that drug life i know some fiends that could tell you what your drug like
Catch you sipping coffee and pot, turn your mug right
The land of the heartless, it ain't no love right
We gotta eat, we gotta grab, right?
I know a chick that's chicken fed with chicken head, she always giving head to get ahead
She got a big ass and she got some d cups
She slurp it till she catch the hiccups
Married to the game with no pre-nup
She quick to tell you you ain't on shit nigga, you don't own shit, you get your own shit
See, i'm a bad boy, something like a little rascal i spit pangs, i should have a botty bazzler
They snatch purses and leave you in hearses i just hope they ain't inspired by my verses
They say powder makes you hyper

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