quadizthemac

My name be Mac Quadjay and I'm that nigga that just different Always robbing, writing, drinking, smoking, and pimping 5 personalities so you never know who you riding with Only hints you get is what shoes I'm wearing and what car I'm driving in Always on the move, I got shit to do, unpredictable Don't got time for shit like the 2nd John, traditional Coolie if you knew me, if not then I approach rudely Like excuse me, who let you in my convo, you fucking goofy Only time I don't do it is to black women or it's about music Everything else is unexcused so I tell them to go on with the bullshit I got keep a eye open on everyone because mothafucka shady That's why my catchphrase is f*ck you 4eva pay me I get money off a bitch pimpin' her nigga, for my polo and hilfiger He still don't know his hoe is a pro go getter without me going go rilla For rilla for my scrilla, dro and liquor, I get more slicker Than a dope dj trynna go quicker 32nd and Hartford, that's what I claim I didn't go to McClain so i still don't have a name Everyone that went to Edison are some suckers I had to get homeschooled, to get away from them fuckers I tried banging, slanging, even shot a bullet Regret as I stopped and pulled it, realized this is all some bullshit Couldn't even tell myself that I could be myself F*ck off my own health because I couldn't escape my owl hell Insecure I got called weird, some think I'm mixed with white Most say don't put liquor on your blunt but ima mix tonight Better not walk 61, ima get into some shit tonight Feeling like i got the river spirit with a jackpot that I'ma hit tonight Last call for alcohol, after that, I'm out before the brawl Down for a cold 187 pimp clinic type of shit like I'm above the law Who jabbing they jaws, flashing for broads, just know I'm cracking them all Never lacking at all, packing a tall 9 inches that's be macking them all Women, listen, I'm at the bar, chilling because I'm not a star Don't be in my face trynna get a drink or get outside and f*ck my car E and J XO got me feeling special on retarded shit With some Bernie Mac style of words that can get Ms. Parker hit I'll get a machine gun, that'll be something for the lil motherfucker to argue with Wish Motherfucker would hit my lac, I ain't dodging shit Drunk slurring, f*ck nervous, I ain't driving so no swerving Shorty holding me happy knowing tomorrow her pussy gon be hurting I'm just a funny drunk nigga thinking I'm chilling Rambling some non-understanding shit about alkoholism After tomorrow, I'm going for my million Until then, watch my back as I walked up out the building Y'all still on the same shit Crash dummy licks can get you 20, that's that lame shit I only talk money, you weird saying we speak a different language I had to move around because y'all still be on the same shit Just like that line, see how it can get annoying Bragging about money with no money is hella corny I don't want street ties while no man can extort me I'm a pimp that'll never slip because no bitch can afford me WattaMobb BITCH!