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Justice League They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosby's A nigga still slidin' with sticks [?] cross me I used to flip doggy, got on my hip I live [?] if niggas get froggy Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick [?] To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me They send satelittes to space and it trace an intelligent life when it came across me Niggas gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if niggas double cross me The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me Y'all lil' niggas got it backwards Bro do the steppin' and he not a capper Posted black and yellow Maybach Niggas thinkin' I was cabber It's not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not affectin' Yeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I's Rap nigga still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah) Look, I make them salty motherfucker uncomfortable 'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you And Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin' hundred proof SongtexteThinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker [?] Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare fuck with you It's clear cut that you the king, nigga," yeah Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, nigga It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, nigga I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, nigga Opened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickers Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip You had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork) I know you liked it, Skip Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers Runnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathers I hit the gym and I suspend leisure Finna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders And we ain't even break a sweat neither My scorin' numbers reflect this was my best season You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo chest weaker I'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie I drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homie Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie I got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on me Telfar, I'm teed in my bag, homie I'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes I'm king James how I dominated the East coast, uh And when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories I'ma lead both, Machine ghost Tell the truth [?], go ahead [?] Is it my turn? No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li–, nod if you like it I like it We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook 'em on slow roast The other side really want no smoke (Yeah) We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook 'em on slow roast The other side really want no smoke Aus Songtexte Mania