Alchemist feat. Mac Miller & Migos jabroni

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Migos
Mac Miller
I growed up lookin' at the wrestlin'
I found out they were fake and started hustlin'
(hustle)
Mama told me if you put the muscle in
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
M and M
Call it M and M's
M and M
M and M's
M and M
You gon make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M and Ms
M and M
Chinchilla on this hundred degrees
All this ice on, body on freeze
Came up, runnin' from the police
Now I got the M and M's
I tell them pigs freeze
Remember bad bitches
Used to want me, spendin' cheese
Now I'm on TV I get the pussy for free
And I like my money straight
No perm, just for me
If you try to catch a whip
Me, I'm out your league
Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed
I took your hoe and had to put her on her knees
Water boat her mouth is like the seas
The pussy got me seasick
I need some Dramamine
My dreams was driving a Phantom
In reality I was trapping
All the robberies and kidnapping
It's a dirty game, you need a napkin
When you got millions they try to assassin
When it come to music I got passion
We legendary, not the average
Takeoff
All my niggas that dreamed I'd put on my loui vuittons
And red carpet scene
All around tryna make somewhere, had to sort the fame, had to pick the pot, Billie Jean
I was a regular nigga
Now people call me a celebrity nigga
Walking around with the M and M nigga
They call me invincible nigga
Feeling like peter parker walking around with the peppers im might go and pet me a nigga
Pull up in the bently with bulletproof windows, niggas selling out the staples center
My homies told me Stop being modest and stunt a little
Cause most of these rappers just rapping
They never touched a mill
I'm just being honest
This God, he made us privates to profits
No other option
My pockets is on the Uncle Phil
Bitches audition for me, I keep them running drills
Ain't no controlling these hoes, domes is mentally ill
Death to the enemy
Ain't no arrest to the death of me
Got a lock, penitentiary
Money mountains, Beverly Hills (woah)
It's Mac of all trades
Anything you need, shit I have it all day
It's big cash and small change
Going fast in all lanes
They was sleeping on me, but I gotthem adderal awake now
There's no denying me
Bonifire fire every time I speak
The jam, one man dynasty (woah)
Why you so sensitive, feminine?
I've arrived, let me in motherfucker
God damn
I growed up lookin' at the wrestling
I found out they were fake and started hustlin'
(hustle)
Mama told me if you put the muscle in
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions

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