Mac Jerm - Wedlock

I just text my favorite eater, "starve"
I'm writing death notes
Then sliding off like the condom be
Jerm in the middle, shit feeling more like a comedy
That's y'all cue
Golden gloves shit,
Dare you name a better 1 2

Cooling, vibing, fuck, my eyes hazy
I can't see no greener grass bitch my life amazing
Fuck the technique I still scored bitch I'm shady
I can flip the game in a second, McGrady
Harder than some week old cement
Drive this maverick like a raptor, Vince Carter behind the tint

I'm in the hood throwing up, I feel embarrassed
Now I done got filet mignon all on these karats
Try to insult fruits of my labor I don't bruise easy
Imma deuce this bitch, every time, I can't lose easy (mac jerm)
I been up so long to be real forgot how up feel
I don't want no mothafucking sponsor
Don't want no deals
All I wanna do is rap my life and say these similes
Since a lil nigga been chopping shit, I feel like Gimli
Mm mm
Really disrespectful way you view me
Like I'm some fucking superstar that's in a movie (i'm just mac jerm)
Like I ain't make these cameos in the studie
Here she go again, asking why I never call her sober
Love in the air, i can kill a village with this odor
Tricia tell me it's gone take some understanding fore it's over
She still ain't proud of the rhythm that we dance to
Like mama I ain't grow to be villain but had a chance to
If you knew bout all the times I shoulda crashed you wun drive with me
Niggas think the insta shit real life, come get live with me
Cuzzo was a crip, his favorite holiday was 9/20
She don't ride no dick then she can't muthafucking ride with me
Damn
I need to cool down
Pushing 60 in a school zone, guess I'm a fool now
Grandaddy mechanic only right I hold the tool now
Goblins all around, y'all done created nun but goons now

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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