Macie Babie Lyrics

I like my women feisty

I like my food spicy

I got three kids

All of them act just like me

Andre the artist

Adreyanna the dancer

Xavion the lady's man

Oh he's so handsome

I know it sounds random

But that's my little rapper

Practicing his stage presence

While he's still in pampers

Military-minded like a black panther

Focus take my time so I make the right answer

White tux-looking dapper

Cross the water in Hampton

My cousin got married so bust open the champagne

Feeling like a champion

Working on my chakra

Meditating yoga while lighting up the Champa

Whip it like its pasta

Living like a mobster

Sip a little coffee

Listen to La La La Bamba

Eat a little sushi

Wasabi mixed with siracha

Sip a little saki

And roll a blunt of that Ganja

I do this for my family

All the Macie babies

That marched in the sixties

Seventies hippies

Eighties babies

Nineties and Millennials

Two thousand and tens to

Whenever they ask me who I do it for

I mention you

I do this for the O.G.s

I do this for the kids

I do this for the hustlers that still doing a bid

No pork on the fork I don't move like a pig

I do it for the poor folk's tryna do it big

I do this for my daughter

And I do this for my sons

I do this for all my dogs that's out there on the run

I do this for the dollars

I do this for the funds

I do this for my people that come from the slum

I do it for the sisters

I do this for my brothers

I do this for every single working black mother

I do this for the fighters

I do this for the lovers

I do this for them hustlers still ducking under covers

I do this for the fathers that take care of their children

Who don't need recognition because it's not competition

Who grew up poor

With no support system

Father was missing

So we promised to change the tradition

I do this for foreigners that's facing extradition

I do it bucks and expeditions

Four door sedans

Coupes with the roof missing

I'm a spit the truth even if my tooth missing

I do this for my family

All the Macie babies

That marched in the sixties

Seventies hippies

Eighties babies

Nineties and Millennials

Two thousand and tens to

Whenever they ask me who I do it for

I mention you

I do this for the O.G.s

I do this for the kids

I do this for the hustlers that still doing a bid

No pork on the fork I don't move like a pig

I do it for the poor folk's tryna do it big

I do this for the culture

I do this for the love

I do this for people who grew up with mothers using drugs

No grub in the cupboard

Counter cover with bugs

Chalk on the sidewalk

Stained covered in blood

I do this for the lady who rode the bus

Who sat in the front and refused to budge

I do this for the people who drowned in the flood

I do this for us

I do this just because

This is gods work

Hard times and hard work

Looking in the sky to see if wishing on a star works

Get a job first snatch a purse or sell hard work

Want to show my talent

But in the hood, it ain't no star search

Make your heart hurt

I pray that these bars work

Touching my fans

Like touching hands at a concert

Motivating the people threw what I done conquered

When you ask for advice

I tell them to put god first

I do this for my family

All the Macie babies

That marched in the sixties

Seventies hippies

Eighties babies

Nineties and Millennials

Two thousand and tens to

Whenever they ask me who I do it for

I mention you

I do this for the O.G.s

I do this for the kids

I do this for the hustlers that still doing a bid

No pork on the fork I don't move like a pig

I do it for the poor folk's tryna do it big

I do it for y'all