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Brand Finale

by Mach-Hommy

on Dollar Menu 2 (2017)

[Intro: Mach-Hommy]
I'm in a mellow food space right now, like..
n*gga got them allergies and sh*t
You know I'm allergic to that bullsh*t, f*ck n*ggas keep putting out
(Sometimes I say- I say to myself)
Keep tellin' this n*gga Fahim, stop playing that sh*t
C-contrary to popular belief, he the tolerant one
(Need this mu'f*ckin food, know what I'm saying?)
(It's like apart from- n*ggas start turning into different sh*t
n*ggas turn-
Start turning into Christmas hams and sh*t
Thanksgiving turkeys and sh*t)
Aight yeah but anyway, when I first came in, um
Yeah f*ck n*ggas was on top
Now, now these n*ggas is dead
I'm f*ckin' wildin', I'm buggin'

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Um, ayo
Break you like rocksteady
Pop lockin' out the chains like Little Richard when the cops get me
The last dragon on the block heavy
Botched job with the machete
Heart throb with Ralph Lauren patois
Embarrassing the cop car with stolen Chevy
Peel off in that Sevyn Streeter
Velveeta, palmetto bugs in my bed
Jesus, I'm a bread kneader
(I need bread)
My people share me, I break the bread equa- (equal)
My representees project the lead deeper
Brand name firearms, put no name bullets in the chambe-
Control the glare, aim, fire off
Rap Norman Seabrook
Ferragamo bag with 50K in, the scratch off the evils, kegels
Lil' mama frame thicker than a spiegel
I stick the plantain in my five star literature illegal
The by-laws written for a Hebrew
Baruch dayan ha'emet
Suppressor like a Arizona peach, I threw my sign up and repped
I threw my files on your desk for review though
The brujo, I pulled a carbon out the Parasuco
Yo, n*ggas be balling blackin' out in Jucos
(Yo, n*ggas be balling, blackin' out in Jucos and sh*t)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Check it
I mix a cup of dragon lava
Komodo kinda gramatan equilibrium hotter
My vision spot a clown not a bunch of f*cks
You know the razors is tucked
I aim at a goose, don't duck
My lazers is up
Like a defense space, my sh*t's great
How much ink can a pen take?
Your Timbs shake, p*ss in your boots
When the M Tank- men break
Run out they shoes, gettin' tired
When Tha God and Mach-Hommy wrapping fire
Duck, duck goose
I shoot a n*gga soul to Timbuktu
I'm so worthless
Step on your Giuseppe's on purpose
But the ground I walk should be worshipped
Hop in the warship
Me and the MAC been together so long, we got a courtship

I said
"Me and the MAC been together so long, we got a courtship"
That's why you always hear me talk about it in my rhymes
'Cause it's always wit me!
Me and the MAC been together so long, we got a courtship

[Outro: Mach-Hommy]
That sh*t crazy
Namsayin?
Menu
f*ck you talking about?