What nigga drop that shit

Soldier say K L

These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet

I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein

Verse 1: Mac

Murda murda I wrote it in braile

Uncut lyrical dope certified by my scale

The homicide rapper there'll never be another after

The Mac's rapture I represent that's what I'm on the map for

Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous

1 8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap

Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust

Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss

?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives

In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it

When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas

You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river

I enter the place, ski mask covered my face

If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case

In this mothafucka ya heard of me

?T-T and herb hit the spot?

All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked

Chorus: Mac

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got it, I got it

Verse 2: Mac

I was born in it and represented

The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it

Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet

Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique

Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas

Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot

Them scriptures, paint the pictures

We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers

Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame

Momma said it's a shame, po