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Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts
The real is back
I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked
You just a rat
Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestler match and don't text her back
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap
But I'm treating it like a checkers match
Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me

Yeah, I wear all my jewelry, every city
Don't gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting
That's what you call impressive, shit
I'm back active holding rap captive
These black bastards drop back to
Back to back classics

Yeah, Machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rains, be having back spazzes
The double R truck, I matte black'd it
They love me in Detroit, in L. A., I'm Matt Stafford
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it
Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson
She posts a picture on her 'Gram and I double tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxson

Yeah, and that shit was a game winner
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her
Your bitch chose me, homie, you know the game, nigga
I don't write verses, I paint pictures
My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, nigga
You know the name, nigga, Machine

Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could
Uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean, maybe we get together later
And wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby?
Can you dig it, baby?
Okay, baby