Mac12 şarkı sözleri
Tryna run away got me pissed off
Give it to me in the paint they just too small
Running outta breath I might fall getting to hard
We don't talk to cops if I drop who would you call
Call me messy imma rec I can't hold it in
I be busy stay direct when I talk to twin
Lil heavy big belly but I always win
Swear I'm going back to Cali feeling like I'm BIG
Don't get it twisted cause I'm known to spit a nice game
Know I'm in limit but don't think that I don't got range
Shooting from the corner probably think I'm talking 2k
But I let it go on the spur like I'm heat ray
Big bank take lil kinda touche
Not a player kinda feel like Bobby Boucher
More green more scenes talking blu-ray
Tell me what I need imma fiend what would you say
I forgot to let you know I'm from the Eastside
I would never drop my loc because I keep mine
Build the pressure till it blow we let the heat rise
Tell me what you see I'm feeling weak I need some me time
I need some me time
I'm gone make it work and so I keep trying
Tried to leave me in the dirt thought I would keep crying
But I just clocked out of work I need some me time
Thought it was simple but it seems it's always getting hard
Power getting to yo head you not the one in charge
Never talk if you in debt cause not really living large
I'm the one who finna blow we on mission mars
Yeaaa
We on mission Mars
Ion wanna be the richest or become a star
I just wanna feel the spirit when I'm spitting bars
I'm the strongest one to lift it cause the weight is large
I need some me time
I'm gone make it work and so I keep trying
Tried to leave me in the dirt thought I would keep crying
But I just clocked out of work I need some me time