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Now everybody wants rap superstar
The way I look at it is this, homie
I'm working on my what,
seventh album now?
Without any famous guest appearances
And I'm still labeled
one of the best lyricists,
you feel me?
And I agree with you
So what you're basically saying is
You have to do it on your own
to get respect?
That's exactly what the fuck I'm saying,
homegirl
You gotta be able to stand
on your own feet,
you feel me?
Now everybody wants to be
a rap superstar
Mansions, big dollars, and new cars
Couple G's, couple blunts for a few balls
Been through the beef, I've been through war,
I got my battle scars
I'm a legend in the making, no faking
I see em hating,
even so -called homies all shaking
This rap shit that I spit's too easy
Believe me, mission impossible,
I disappear like Houdini
You ladies can't fucking see me,
I'm exposing you extremely
Even with your name blasted
on your shirt
No one knows you
and cares about your shit,
that's why you're buttered
Try to imitate his G's on top
Acting like you're fucking Tupac
Bitch, you're a straight lob
Cause when I be busting, I'm like,
fuck him, let's buck him
That lyrical mercenary, Mack Eleven
Shouts to Tuckham, goodnight
That's right,
well that was well said, Maluma
But speaking on the game
How do you feel about
some of these artists
That are involved in the Chicano
rap industry?
Ha, shit
I don't really see too many
artists in this game
You know what I'm talking about?
A lot of these fools do this shit
for the wrong reasons
Their fucking music's garbage
Their lyrics are bullshit
They can't stay on beat
Man, fuck em' all
Who wants to rhyme?
Who thinks they're fuckin'
takin' their mind?
I'm down for whoever, whenever,
anyplace, or anytime
It's overtime
Lyrics spittin' like bullets
on mainlines
I'm like Jordan on the court,
mandatory airtime
Straight sick with it
The life that I'm livin' don't got bitch in it
I thought you'd keep it real,
little faggot, stop switchin' it
Cause when I spit this shit,
I'm guaranteed to bring out
I'm doin' circles around these
bitches like a merry -go -round
You know my sound
and I ain't stoppin' until I
score touchdowns
Runnin' bitches over like a
semi -truck 12 -round
I'm like Stomps and JN, I buck em,
I buck em down, down
Never fuck around,
I end careers when I clown, clowns
That hypnosis,
stone, I've hocus pocus
Doubling up my doses,
notice I'm too ferocious
And you can quote this,
lyrically diagnosed this
They know we're on a level,
but they already know this
Dammit, you're killing em homeboy
You know what, fuck this bullshit
Fuck this interview, just straight up
When you're traveling the world,
on tour, on stage
Rocking 20 ,000 fans
When you got the microphone
in your hand
Who is it that Molo Mack represents?
Who are you? Who am I?
Who are the people that I represent?
Ay, baby girl,
let me explain something to you real quick
I be the baddest motherfucker
dog that I could be
I represent all the soldiers from HPG
My last name and my blood cycle family
I represent for my children,
my fans in the streets
I represent the underdog,
I ain't fucking with fleas
I'm talking self -made,
thousand -air stacking MG's
Creased up with them baby cuffs
and brand new J's
I represent the street hustle,
what's hand -to -hand pay?
I stab, fuck all my homies, it's lights out
What now?
Just like the shirt,
so I'm making fools bow down
Bet your baby mama hypnotized like,
wow
I'm done with this interview,
homegirl, I'm out
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