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lil b - mac pressed over lyrics

yes
yea
ya’lready know it’s your boy lil b man
you know this sh-t be real, real, real
you feel me
yea, you know
anytime i touch on the mic
man, this sh-t be like
i feel like i bring something else out of it, you know what i mean?

uh, taking headshots for hours, the pain on standby
top so close but i’m stuck in a landslide
monkey on my back made me cross my b-tch
hard times in the world, i’m feeling lostish
n-ggas can’t go back, whatever happened to real?
one n-gga got down, one n-gga in jail
how my n-gga got k!lled with no cameras on
only in the hood you got, it’s no surprise
people come through the hood with the drugs and knives
they stikes on us, real low those life
still bout that life, really bout life
when you’re down facing life, that’s that life
f-ck them in the stripes, go get high to get by
gotta cry to see the dry eyes
am i alone? this is my life
every rap, songs, records, east n-ggas up for breakfast
labels, all that, b-tch give me the checks
i never thought i’d make it by driving the lexus
i don’t pay the taxes, sh-t it’s crazy
n-gga is, f-ck them haters
i’m a see you across the wages, across the stages
yea, n-gga, across the playlist
tryina keep this sh-t right but my mind is hazy
n-gga say you won’t work, okay, be lazy
the world gon eat you like they eat them pills
i beat the b-tch up to pay back for real
n-ggas see what they see, really how you feel
half n-ggas gon follow other n-ggas, no options
n-ggas get scared and get sh-t poppin
they ain’t talkin bout the rocket, i’m talkin bout college
yea, live your life and graduate with honors man
leave your old plan, the president is ours
yea, man, this sh-t is ours
but let’s go back to work, get money in the hand
it’s dope in the purse, sh-t by the sand
n-ggas slip so much, i forgot who i am
these n-ggas doin life under 10 grand
took a life for nothing backwards
told you, you got it from the shots
the mac pressed over
the mac pressed over

yea man, i swear to god i’m too ding for the game, you feel it?
nightmare
when you go through sh-t man you can’t deny the fact that a motherf-cker be real man
it’s just like this sh-t, come on
i tear it because this like a hundred percent real
so 20 percent be a hunder percent for me
you feel me? yes
lil b, crime fetish

- lil b lyrics

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