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[Chorus]
I keep two tens like
Change for a twenty' yeah
Don't be stepping in my lane
If you ain't getting money' yeah


[Verse 1]
Type to rob a deal' you niggaz better yield
Don't be stepping in my lane if you ain't stepping on the field
Putting pressure on your heels' we on our ten toes
Putting pressure on the steel stupid pressed to get a mill

You looking for a chance you ain't looking for a feast
I'm just looking for a chance see I'm slipping with the re
Money is motivation especially when it's free so I'm
Rolling around the Deeg with something under my seat

Get it by any means so anybody could get it
And money was never long until I got it extended
Niggaz were never down they just really good at pretending
Wishing they could of take but we really good at defending

Three grind phones and macking is just a blessing
So' three turn to four as she stacked me up like eleven
And all she know is to dance she practice from 9 to 7
And all I know is the streets' racks and this Mac 11

Catch you staring at mine I see you bearing in mind
That these 40 cal shells'll probably share out your mind
I couldn't wait so I had to leave'em behind
And lost time is impossible to find

And that's why I'm always getting it' the games just a pond
And my niggaz going fishing and made me a throne
You could mourn while I sit in it' came through the storm
With a bong and some piff in it' lifted while I'm getting it


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Since a young'n I had ambition to get me a mill stacked
That and the energy to prey and rip tracks
Impatient with what the game brings
I'm fascinated with the way they're impressed with repeats of the same thing

... How many bars do it take' to show y'all that I got it
I dedicated my nights' they tell me that I'm robotic
... How many nights will I wait' till the world then sees my product?
The struggle is my escape' I meditated and fought it

In the kitchen callin Mac' making shure it's all intact
A figures what's on my mind' and mine is what I attack
Yelling money is the motive' running like locomotives
For 20's I can't control it I stack a hunned and fold it

I'm winning like Charlie' thought my city is slowly burning
Like Cincinnatus in rippys these trippy niggaz ain't with me
On DL they got blicky wait.. I'm getting sidetracked
Like you in somebodys business' nevermind that

Woah now' Olympic you check us you getting gold now
Lower rates? Nah them prices don't ever go down
Gas flow' need a bigger fix go on and pass more
Done deal' now we in and out it like a Mach 4

Packs go' women flock around when the pays right
Let'em put it down if they bout it on the same night
We getting to it if a dollar is the outcome
Ten three' ten two' six six' five one


[Chorus]

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from Hip​-​Hop Forensics Vol. 1, released February 5, 2013
Written by Mac & ElonSkee.
Production by AllRounda.

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