Mac Deuce

(It's almost time, man) Lead the charge and they couldn't take it Kinda flagrant, night-bomb me I'm on Collins and I'm palmin' paper 740 big body driven by my lady Swingin' like down goes Fraiser I found patience and still couldn't sit around waitin' I'm sayin' it got kinda dangerous, abrasive All kinda angels Almighty arm-length, I'ma spank 'em Pause the tape The angles I'm takin' straight through Gotta make it home, a baby that I gotta raise Shakin' off malaise and hey, too Maybe ya'll'll change, maybe not Either way, too Mason Margi' replicas, steppas is gon' evade you when you hot I stay cool, not up for appraisal on the block That's what walkin' the plank do Don't be shocked I couldn't save you from your thoughts or what the fame do From the sharks and what they fangs do Or from your heart and what that pain do From the start, built a box I couldn't break through You was lost I picked apart, would amaze you, it was soft I shut it off, we really on This the difference, fourth in inches and we goin' long Shimmy when I score the ball Hail Mary, bails everywhere in the loft Name ringin' bells everywhere a nigga walk I'm not tryna talk Hailin' up the maître d' for the final course Fillin' all the vacancies like the brightest star Good God The stars are showing Who you telling that we're stars? Oh, yeah, Dan, my homeboys are superstars now You know they got the hottest record on the streets? Sold out in three hours