VIC MENSA, Eryn Allen Kane - MACHIAVELLI lyrics

Yeah sAVEMONEY shit

Uh, back to reclaim my throne
I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover
Where they bury shooters
I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don’t live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi the
Same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more
Rings than Robert Horry
I got a story, make Shakespeare say
"That’s tragic"
Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health
Like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber
Cause, I Un’d myself
I got better shit on albums
I shelfed than shit that
You went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross
I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue
I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all
I could call Farrakhan or I
Could get you tatted
On the limbs of your friends
Have 'em crying like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully, don’t be a matador
This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on, you still see I’m the future
But, I had to learn not to
Judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask

Uh, young Machiavelli
Still alive across the belly
Uh, lemme get it back

Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back
Rocking Y Project with my ride or die bitch
Nigga where The LOX at?
Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial
I was really fighting for
Freedom like Desmond Tutu
Shit is like apartheid if
You seen the Southside
No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed
Paper planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty
Yeah, I did a rock album
That’s cause I’m a rock star
I’m from where the Moes push rocks
Like the tomb of Jesús
To put new 22’s on they coupe
Selling D, ducking 12
Undercovers looking for proof
I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice
A window in my reality
Two parent household from an immigrant family
Middle-class salaries on 47th Street
By the Stones
Where they move white out the house
Same block as Obama’s home
Uh, born alone, die alone
It’s still SAVEMONEY
I take that to the grave with me
The game’s funny
A nigga went from robbing in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Englewood
I'm feedin' niggas
They produced these circumstances
By beatin' niggas
Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas
We the niggas jumped ship
Did some underwater breathin', nigga
Why I gotta live my death
'fore they believe a nigga? Still alive
Alive, yeah, yeah still alive
Alive, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Alive, yeah, yeah i'm still alive
I'm still alive