Mak11 - No Mistake

I’m getting top from your lady
Been sipping this Wok got me lazy
I’m not tryna talk when I’m faded
Nah I might go shop for the latest
I’m in a different headspace
When I’m with your bitch make the bed shake
They mad how I live cuz I get cake
In the lab with the clique til my wrist break
I am so real boy they been fake
I want a million in Ben Franks
Don’t pop me no pills but I sip drank
Boy these shots get you killed make no mistake
I cannot make me no mistakes
I done been played like a mixtape
Making these waves in the fishtank
They wanna hate cuz I get paid
He want the drip but he can’t have it
She on my dick like a jackrabbit
Lean when I sip that’s a bad habit
Y’all need to quit with that mad capping
You was in the trap when did that happen
Used to have my back now they backstabbing
Ima count up stacks in a black Phantom
Smoking out the pack platinum plaque planning
It’s Mak’s planet hoe I’m taking over
I’m a racks addict ain’t no staying sober
I attract static like a Range Rover
Last man standing with this flamethrower
Burn em all down like I doused em in gasoline
Turn these hoes out ain’t doubt they run after me
Repping Fogtown til I’m down in the casket
That’s facts b it’s just how it has to be
I’m getting top from your lady
Been sipping this Wok got me lazy
I’m not tryna talk when I’m faded
Nah I might go shop for the latest
I’m in a different headspace
When I’m with your bitch make the bed shake
They mad how I live cuz I get cake
In the lab with the clique til my wrist break
I am so real boy they been fake
I want a million in Ben Franks
Don’t pop me no pills but I sip drank
Boy these shots get you killed make no mistake
I cannot make me no mistakes
I done been played like a mixtape
Making these waves in the fishtank
They wanna hate cuz I get paid
Ima get me a bag of the dough
Tryna spend all my days on the road
Got me making a way on my own
I don’t know what it is they be taking me for
I don’t care if they hate on the low
I’m somewhere making paper to blow
Been out here with the gang We Ain’t Spoke
We on go in this bitch yeah we came for the smoke
Finna aim at your dome this ain’t amateur hour
A dangerous opponent your mans’ll get slaughtered
Remain in my zone get them bands I’m unbothered
Need chains on me choking like hands on my collar
Tryna own me a Rolie and Rari
Your hoe wanna go to the party
She go down the pole like she Cardi
They don’t even know what we started
For sure we be going the hardest, aye
I’m getting top from your lady
Been sipping this Wok got me lazy
I’m not tryna talk when I’m faded
Nah I might go shop for the latest
I’m in a different headspace
When I’m with your bitch make the bed shake
They mad how I live cuz I get cake
In the lab with the clique til my wrist break
I am so real boy they been fake
I want a million in Ben Franks
Don’t pop me no pills but I sip drank
Boy these shots get you killed make no mistake
I cannot make me no mistakes
I done been played like a mixtape
Making these waves in the fishtank
They wanna hate cuz I get paid

Written by:
Andrew McDonald

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