Mac 11 - Galaxy Ride

I'm taking these xanies'
And fucking your grannies
I'm pulling a hammy
Then slap on my jammies
I'm feeling the horror
Come right from the corner
You stacking up drugs
Just like you are a hoarder
Cannot cooperate
There is no order
They're feeding prescriptions
To make our lives shorter
Hitting that lick but I'm
Already on top
I just like the thrill
I ain't ever gonna stop
Get my soul
Off the planet
Off the rock
She eating my ass
Now she going on my cock
Take notes
You fake
Folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat
Take notes
You fake
Folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat
Yeah
I be
603
45 in the coat
With some
420
I won't lie
Make you choke
On the
Double D
Money higher then a joke
Won the lottery
Take notes
You fake
Folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat
Take notes
You fake
Folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat
Trying to move over but bitches on top of me
Four leaves on clover so I sleeping soundly
Breaking the stable I pushing the boundary
Life be a fable I stop living cowardly
Pushing the powder up into my nose
Reality shattered and time bouta froze
I'm killing my enemies killing my foes
Ending they're families fuckin they're hoes
Throw back on this
Don't stop don't get pissed
Got ice on my wrist
And metal on my fist
She asking for a kiss
But I just want them tits
You ugly boy you shit
You throwing one big fit
Take notes
You fake
folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat
Take notes
You fake
Folks
My words
Spoke
Right out your throat

Written by:
Macarthy Whitworth

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