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blocboy jb - makavelli lyrics

[intro]
ha, ha
(dmac on the f-ckin’ track)
ha, ha

[chorus]
uh, this is the life, n-gga, this makavelli
runnin’ sh-t up and go cop me a chevy
green, i get that sh-t like lettuce
too much money make these n-ggas get jealous
the life of a convicted felon
these n-ggas cuttin’, they talkin’, they tellin’ (word, word, word)
and it’s still free all my n-ggas they jailin’ (word, word, word)
down the ro-o-oad
last december, we was sharin’ clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
we don’t love these b-tches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
i just kick sh-t on the road, with all my bros, trip ‘cross the globe
these n-ggas sellin’ they souls, no (no, no)

[verse]
man, i can’t believe ya, you gon’ bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (woah)
th-thinkin’ ’bout my people, where they when you really need ’em? ayy (no)
made my own route and made it out, i took the legal way (ayy)
these pistols savin’ n-ggas tryna take my f-ckin’ lead away (ah)
i do this for my bros and my folks and my locs (locs)
i do this for the n-ggas that be kickin’ down doors (i do)
i-i-i do this for the gang (gang), what i rep, double 0 (woah)
i don’t do this for the name or the fame, it’s for my folks (folks)
will i change up? that’s a no (no)
sippin’ on this lean, movin’ slow (slow, slow)
shawty head game on a roll (roll)
her n-gga is a lame and she know

- blocboy jb lyrics

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