ROBERT HORRY E

I met this Six-year-old child with this blank, Pale, emotionless face. I ain't with communicating, I'ma catch a case. Going on the menda like a rockstar. We gon' throw this bitch a swarm by the Cop car. This is how the ghetto, Not no rockstar. I'm a real nigga, Not no pop star. Niggas fakin', boy, They sweeter than some Pop-Tarts. But that's another story. I been ballin' out in Texas like I'm Robert Horry. Niggas say they wanna beef with me, they Can't afford it. Going on the menda like a rockstar. We gon' throw this bitch a swarm by the Cop car. This is how the ghetto, Not no rockstar. I'm a real nigga, Not no pop star. Niggas fakin', boy, They sweeter than some Pop-Tarts. But that's another story. I been ballin' out in Texas like I'm Robert Horry. Niggas say they wanna beef with me, they Can't afford it. It's me Mac P, Boy, you pussies need a maxi. Nigga, I don't know, why you askin'? Yeah, fucked this bitch, she tryna ask me. Pull up with that chopper on the backseat. You niggas broke, I don't play that. Me and my niggas, yeah, we stay strapped. These niggas like to play, we don't play around. Like he 'bout to take a nap, we finna Lay him down. Ayy, I got a hundred, Nigga, all hundreds. a hundred-round drum got 'em All runnin'. Ayy, got you tweakin' like we on Somethin'. Ayy, you fuck with me, we finna on Somethin'. I'ma drive the new Rolls in this bitch. Pull up tryna get my bitch. Spilled this liquor your partner, get that tissue. This a Mac it rip through your tissue