Mac Shorewood

Yeah This the life of twisted rager, shit ain't safe anymore Watch me go and grab some paper, I don't chase anymore Pull up in that new XR, no AY in my bones But if I don't whip too fast, I still won't pick up the phone Yeah, life of twisted rager, shit ain't safe anymore Watch me go and grab some paper, I don't chase anymore Pull up in that new XR, no AY in my bones But if I don't whip too fast, I still won't pick up the phone I switch lanes like I switch clothes F*ck I just can't decide And I'm down a year in math F*ck I just can't divide Watch me swerve by you so quickly F*ck you won't have no time I'm the underdog, but I know I also despise You can't really say that shit, it's disrespectful You can't hang with me, unless your on my level I'm just out here for a piece of the pie I'm just out here taking back what's mine Like watch me (Yuu, Yuu) Sippin' rango, changes color like a mood ring let's see how my day go Everyone out here paranoid like Django My POV right now is moving so slow Oh no, here we go again I gotta channel the inner ye to see who are my real friends Yeah It's the ends You bitches count in ones, the boys all count in tens I've been rocking, I've been rolling, that's just how my shit go And my plan is paranormal but you already know And Dave my biggest influence, nah he ain't a foe So f*ck you Madi Tuley we all know you're a hoe Everything I say bounce back like it's boomerang text And everything I say bounce back, that's the butterfly effect Walk on to Rodeo, looking for some new threads And nobody can stop us, not even the feds They can't sweep up my block, they'll have some regrets We just in the bed like Trav said, chain sex (Ooh) Daily dosing in the morning, daily nosing at night Two lanes left before I'm boutta take flight Hop in the fucking end zone like OBJ, okay I've been up for a while but I'm never late All I got is no cap, my pockets boutta rip And I'll down this whole bottle to the very last sip I don't walk around daily acting like I'm the shit Don't trip People always asking if I got the next lick And Jake Loor's a nobody, acting like he's got chicks Sorry I got distracted by the blood on your lip Don't trip