Makavelli - BlocBoy JB

Ha, ha

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Ha, ha

Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli

Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy

Green, I get that shit like lettuce

Too much money make these niggas get jealous

The life of a convicted felon

These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word)

And it’s still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word)

Down the ro-o-oad

Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes)

We don’t love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes)

I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe

These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no)

Man, I can’t believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (Woah)

Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em?

Ayy (No)

Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ayy)

These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Ah)

I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)

I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)

I-I-I do this for the gang (Gang), what I rep, double 0 (Woah)

I don’t do this for the name or the fame, it’s for my folks (Folks)

Will I change up?

That’s a no (No)

Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (Slow, slow)

Shawty head game on a roll (Roll)

Her nigga is a lame and she know

Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli

Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy

Green, I get that shit like lettuce

Too much money make these niggas get jealous

The life of a convicted felon

These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word)

And it’s still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word)

Down the ro-o-oad

Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes)

We don’t love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes)

I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe

These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no)