BlocBoy JB - Makavelli lyrics
[BlocBoy JB - Makavelli lyrics]
Hah, hah
Dmac on the fuckin' track
Hah
This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ay (woah)
Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em, ay? (No)
Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ay)
These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Aw)
I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)
I-I-I do this for the gang (gang), what I rep, double 0 (woah)
I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (folks)
Will I change up? That's a no (no)
Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (slow, slow)
Shawty head game on a roll (roll)
Her nigga is a lame and she know
This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Dmac on the fuckin' track
Hah
This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ay (woah)
Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em, ay? (No)
Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ay)
These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Aw)
I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)
I-I-I do this for the gang (gang), what I rep, double 0 (woah)
I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (folks)
Will I change up? That's a no (no)
Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (slow, slow)
Shawty head game on a roll (roll)
Her nigga is a lame and she know
This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)