The closer, Pt. 2 (feat. Mahogany Brown)

When someone dies, then a baby's born When a relationship ends, then a love is Scorned a drug habit will leave your body torn Late calls from the morgue while mothers mourn My lyrics never been a falsity I walked the earth cautiously Part of me died when rap became a novelty Talkin' boss and you're a runner It's a sin amongst brothers who survive the Come up When the opps tryna run up, daily I wonder When the earth ripped with thunder, will God call my number for the souls under the heavens Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high During drive byes, sing your ass a lullaby la-la-la-la Flyin' high on 295 to pick up a pie that was reckless, but look at my necklace And love, I would dress it like I'm just tryna fuck Maybe my luck with women come from my daddy's sinning And it's just the beginning, just started my livin Takin' trips to Atlanta, with a apple fanner Had a chick in Alabama, love my northern grandma Used to write me in a slammer, fucked her on camera She was livin' on campus every night Ruth Chris, not sweatin' the damages This stunting ain't for amateurs, you can't toast with us If you never ran with us, ten toes down in them trenches Stashin' cane in the benches, spitting ' game to bitches Stay away from the snitches, my pressure was at an all-time high I was tryna get by, just all the time high sing your ass a lullaby La-la-la-la Flyin' high on 295 to pick up the pies but that was reckless, but look at my necklace Baptized in the fire, I'm a rider fiend hit the work and start singin' like Mariah Like Nitty, take me higher my bro Daymo taught me to be the supplier not the buyer Car tires, don't let your engine stall Tryna ball with Hall of Famers, Ronald Reagan gave us work how can they blame us? False gods and false promises It's how they tame us, but the hustle to carry on Until we get to the point, we don't gotta worry about the carry-on Cause it's cold wine and carry-on Mark told me I'd be a star, but guess what We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah We winnin', yeah we winnin', yeah Hey, my love, my king, my everything I'm so proud of the growth that I see in you You are amazing the sky's the limit, bae Keep pushin' us against the world Us against the world us against the world Thank you for listening to Mackin' in Miami My third installment I appreciate the support Tell a friend Share it with a friend We makin' music for you to vibe to, you know We tryna change the narrative of the hip-hop and boom-boom, you know We just keepin' it smooth, we keepin' it grown We keepin' it sexy More projects on the way We got that SUNY World Blue bag Collabo Love Vs. Lust Cold Summer Nights You know what I mean Young Muck, man, Muck G got a project comin' up We workin', man shout out to everybody That contribute to the album everybody that called Everybody that show love and show they support, man It's to the top, man, I'm broke We gon' do it, man It's weekend, it's doin' what it's doin', man You know what I mean Young Muck, man, Muck G got a project comin' up We workin', man It's weekend, it's doin' what it's doin', man It's weekend, it's doin' what it's doin', man