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J the Mac. With them choppas, we ain't friendly. My bullets be fucking deadly. And he throwing dirt up on my name, he Better lay low when he see me. I'm rolling ten deep. With them choppas, we ain't Friendly. No mercy on an opp, my bullets be Fucking deadly. I'm presidential, pull up to the Block in the Bentleys. My Glock make 'em run like an athlete. I'm known to pack heat. Fuck your main bitch In my backseat. He thought she was sweet. Now he leaking in the street, dead on the Concrete. I just be chasing my bread, something like Wheat. My gunner hop down just for saying my Name. We the reason why everyone tucking them Chains. I let them bullets rain free, the homies Locked in that thing. I ain't worried about a Bitch, they only in it for fame. They know the name J the Mac, they behave My aim. Mister never miss a shot when I'm Shooting at lames. This one for the haters, I ain't playing no games. Don't worry about fakes, I stay in my lane. He throwing dirt up on my name, he better Lay low when he see me. I'm rolling ten Deep. With them choppas, we ain't friendly. No mercy on an opp, my bullets be fucking Deadly. I'm presidential, pull up to the block in The Bentleys. He throwing dirt up on my name, He better lay low when he see me. I'm rolling ten deep. With them choppas, we ain't Friendly. No mercy on an opp, my bullets be Fucking deadly. I'm presidential, pull up to the Block in the Bentleys. I'm getting to the bag, I really be on the main line. The Mac make money, fuck your bitch at the Same time. I'm on that grind. Look, I'm talking about fat checks. Six shots to the neck, leave him gunned down, So don't test. Choppa got us pressed, I ain't Making no sound. I'm the king of this shit, Where the fuck's my crown? Think I'm playing till they lay down some rounds. Stay in the comments net banging motherfucking Clowns. They stay on my dick for some clout. Old ass rappers need to close they fucking mouth. Talking on the net when they know what I'm About. I see you fiending for it, I think you Might need an ounce. And he throwing dirt up On my name, better lay low when he see Me. I'm rolling ten deep. With them choppas, we Ain't friendly. No mercy on an opp, my bullets Be fucking deadly. I'm presidential, pull up to the Block in the Bentleys. throwing dirt up on my Name, he better lay low when he see me. I'm rolling ten deep. With them choppas, we ain't Friendly. No mercy on an opp, my bullets be Fucking deadly. I'm presidential, pull up to the Block in the Bentleys