CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Temple

Machine
Rare form n***a
All 2018 n***a I'm in rare form, straight up
Lucky seven
Conway Machine
b*t*h

Look
When n***as talk, I don't get mad at all
I rat-a-tat-tat with this MAC and them n***as scatter off (Brrrt)
Plus they ain't f**king with nothing in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talking bout a bag, we can't chat at all (f**k you talking for n***a?)
n***a, I hit the gas and cough
Limoncello, told big burner "Send me a package off" (I need that)
I don't battle, but I can out rap half your squad
Get around rappers, I smell a body, could dab a dosh
Crack a cigar, relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha)
Cracking your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
That's a fact, this sh*t I'm rocking ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh)
Dog I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some b*t*hes riding back to back in Porsche (Cap)
And of course smoking this pack that taste like applesauce (Ahhh)
Or I could look at you and tell that you soft (You pu**y)
You acting like I won't drop off a bag and have you off'd (Get you outta hеre)
Look, this sh*t is natural, I feel I'm passed you all
They should build mе a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha)
Go and ask them, when they see they me they saying "That's the God" (That's that n***a)
So come at me? You running at wall (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth (Cap)
So understand you coming at a boss
Machine, b*t*h