Machiavelli's Theory Lyrics

I treat these verses like

I'm selling you a pack

And I've been working this whole time

So I won't tell you that I'm back

I'm the undisputed champ

Don't need a belt to tell me that

And they aiming with them sticks

They taking selfies in the trap

Boy don't tell me how to rap

Or I should switch the flow

And bitch don't tell me how to drink

I'm tryna sip it slow

Green faces all around me

Feel like Piccolo

Oh and ODR the movement

If they didn't know

L Peezy bitch

I'm hotter than your kitchen stove

Skipping class flipping bows

Youngin getting hoes

Dreams of cash for these flows

Taking trips to Rome

Fuck a bitch send her home

Walking pigeon toed

Y'all shit getting old

Was eating and now it's getting cold

Couldn't reach these heights

On a flight while you getting stoned

Wanna change your life

My advice is you listen close

This that music that you fight to

Get hype punch em in the nose

It's hard to deal with

More shit than what I can take

Smoke an eighth to the face

Tryna find my place

Rather be a real dick

Than be nice and fake

I'm tryna give you real dick

I ain't tryna date

And I ain't playing with you pussies

I ain't toying with my lunch

Used to dream bout where I'm at

Should of enjoyed when I was young

Dreams of plaques hung on my wall

Like I'm employee of the month

Turn a cat to origami on a track

I fold em up

First I kill them folks with kindness

Then the .forty in my trunk

Place an order for the runts

We at the border smoking blunts

That boy wanna be just like me swear

I thought he was my son

We gon' corner him and

Rip his legs off em if he runs

In the system I was fighting

Lawsuits when I was young

Now we shutdown the bank

Tailor made suit to get my funds

And you can't ball with us

Y'all are trash

Can't put you on a song with us

I built my own ship

And started looting like Somalia

And I don't throw the towel in

I wipe my sweat and ball it up

And throw it in your face

Bitch why you talking

You just stalling us

A million on my hard drive

And that's just in the archives

And I remember hard times

But now I think it's our time

I do this shit for hip hop

Cause I can't let the art die

Running from the jakes

I came up from the Pharcyde

But y'all don't hear me

Demons hiding in the shadows

I can't let em near me

The ends justify the means Machiavelli's Theory

And that means we gon' get it anyway

I been training for the war

I could be ready any day

Remember buying a couple ounces

With the fetty that I saved

I was balling as a young boy

Ain't talking NBA

Yea, yea, they see the future

In my stuntas when they look at me

Said I would make it

And I'm Gunna like I'm pushing P

A lil dosage of that dope shit

Leave em coming back

I be hooking fiends

Spittin crack on the track

Like I'm Pusha T