I'm just a Mac, and Kelly's where it's at.
Rippin' stans, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
It all started as a buzzer, collectin' paper, bein' a hustler.
Stayin' out the spot, I've been never fuckin' with the busters.
Money in my pocket, work in my sock.
Dank in my blunt, P.M. strut in my rock.
I had all the Q's and W's for the A's that I was at.
Jockin' me cause my status in the game.
And cause my group was fat, hustlin' on the corners, but never been a fool.
Graduated high school, then graduated in the game too.
And then to get the gas, I own the streets.
Sniggin' Yank, will I get caught?
* the police.
Uh-uh, now today I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings.
And things by any means, I'm takin' from the richest, livin' on the green.
Paper on my mind, the hustle in my blood and my vein.
I'm gunnin' for the crown in my name, so I aim for your point.
Get stretched out, cap peeled, fuckin' with me.
The life of a G, I'm fadin' for game and never seen.
Rippin' stans, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Kelly's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stans, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
Rippin' stans, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Kelly's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stans, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
Feelin' so fresh about my business, cause I'm gettin' it all.
Win it all.
Never saw time to stroke up so far.
I'm blowin' minds with rhymes, nobody's takin' what's mine.
I'm rankin' number one, how it's done with money by tons.
I come through a maze in place of me and well.
Diamonds holds hella clothes with a strap on the shelf.
I'm feelin' dense in the game, flossin' and dippin' again.
I'm pippin' daily, actin' shady with the cuts in the chain.
Versace shades on my eyes, ridin' low on the ride.
I'm on the chrome when I roam, shinin' up with the light.
It's goin' down tonight, rippin' my stack, keep it tight.
Smash on the gas hella fast, and I'm feelin' alright.
Another day for a playa, got me all * up.
So show me love, motherfuckers, cause you know what's up.
I drop the top on the rack, bouncin' off of the bag.
It lookin' bad, and Cali's wearin' sad.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Cali's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Cali's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
Now I'm doin' what's necessary to keep my ass alive.
Selling dope and no joints, what I'm doin' is to survive.
Doin' time and no thanks, cause I'll be back in the streets.
Bangin' and slingin' with the homies in the yard down the creek.
Keepin' my crushin' loaded, cause if it's not I can't blast.
It won't protect me when I'm stackin' my cash.
Now my weapon's an automatic, I'm always lookin' for static.
It's one of my evil habits, just dyin' to let you have it.
I patrol my hood, makin' money like I should.
187, little homie did.
Good, now it's time to smash.
It took my money so fast.
Just another fuckin' bus, here is the thing of the past.
Now where I store, I control.
And where I stand, I command.
When I roll through your fuckin' body, put the fat in my head.
I'm just a gangster from the streets, with a perfect shot.
One squeeze of this trigger will drop you on the spot.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Cali's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
I'm just a Mac, and Cali's wearin' wrist sad.
Rippin' stacks, pockets fat.
Just a Mac, just a Mac.