MTYKI - MACVILI lyrics

(Damn) my seed was named after somebody else
And if I go dumb
That’s bad for all their health
Target head and shoulders and neck bones
Easy does it
I spend a check and make sure they
Have to come check on him check mate
Dead is the soul of a man
Who was caught standing alone
If he’s cold his home is 60
Fucking feet below my old sneakers
Make sure you know Jesus
Why am I so hate filled?
Make your life have no meaning (Bitch boy)
Cook ‘em with the chopsticks
Burn ‘em with the pitchfork
He ain’t see the hit coming
Ain’t know what it hit for
Swinging this machete, bitch
Hit up with a big sword
Funeral from the bars
Imma hit the kill switch say I’m legitimized
Buried feelings inside
I’m dead serious feeling alive
Keep a villainous mind mACVILI telling a lie
More like never would I
Heaven’s a hell of a vibe
Sell soul, never give mine up
One time for the niggas
That don’t post captions
Two times for the niggas digging dirt
Up for their own caskets
I just sent an invoice for your
Neck, I’m in my home, laughing
That’s for sending threats for me about
Shit that just ain’t gon’ happen
Pictured you alive and living life
Before you spoke madness
Sad you gotta pay now, I kill you
We’ll be both happy family TTG
You want your life then nigga don’t at me
You way too big to run
That 40 blow, he running, no track meet

I been feeling the devil inside
Hatred kept him alive
I ain’t sleep, bitch, I’m resting my eyes
Rich for the rest of my life
I ain’t ran out of lives yet
I was given a mindset of gold
I’m finna eat, bitch
Dropping all this heat, bitch
You with the nigga even after you got beat
Bitch can’t save you
Book of life from my city is
Filled up with these blank pages
Save your life
He boutta drown inside the lake of fire
Sad you had to break the bond

(And it’s not even just sneak dissin’
It’s not me hating on nobody, it’s just me
Coming at niggas that not coming correct
‘cause bro
When you been real to a mothafucka
All your mothafuckin
All your mothafuckin’ time
And they dry ass sneak diss you
From behind from behind your back
And they gotta block you to do it
Y’all ain’t on shit fam
Make all the music you want
Nigga we ain’t doing this for competition
I’m just showing you awareness nigga
We the ones going up and you can go up too
But you can only go so far homie
I’m limitless)
I’m just beginning the forecast
Get ready for rain
I’m coming down with some more facts
Put this shit behind me
Put the metal to your back
I stay dropping dimes
I bet you couldn’t afford that
I’ll make ‘eem more mad, when
You play this shit forward, back
And loop the shit
Dude finna die over some stupid shit
(I’m done) need I say more?
We blowin’ up, bitch, like claymore

(Forever it’s MTYKI "YKI", youth, knowledge
Immortality which means bitch
I’m immortalized through everything
I said because it comes from the heart
I ain’t doing this shit for clout
I ain’t doing this shit for status
I’m not competing with nobody
I ain’t trying to be bigger
Than the next man, i just know I will be

Young M-A-C, you see what I’m saying?)