Letra de Got Mine

[Intro: Mac Mall & Pass]
What's happening what's happening it's Mac and
The M-A-C y'all mister M-A-C motherfucking Mall
And this is Non Perishables 4, you know what I mean?
We through here, Mac
Ay, ay, uh

[Hook: Pass]
Ay, keep it solid I been mobbin', I don't got the time to chill like that
Ay, niggas fallin' off lookin' lost, tell me why you feel like that
I got mine, it's 'bout time
Can't tell me shit
Ay, I got mine, it's 'bout time
Niggas can't tell me shit

[Verse 1: Lush One]
I been had a sick-type gift to stack paper (paper)
1994, point fives and wax paper (bitch)
What if [?] and George pulled off that last caper? (blah)
Stepping in my Vivienne Westwood black gators (oh)
Free of all beef, I wave more arms than Vishnu
Plus infrared dots will convert you to a Hindu (come again)
Faith in my shooter, he a god with the nickel
Young boy, off a bottle with the tool, Tommy Pickles (Rugrats)
And now we're cutty getting married to the game (oh)
Wrapping her up in all white Mary Jane (sweet)
She stunting in that Vera Wang dress wedding day (designer)
Time to celebrate, bitch I be [?]
Chanel let more coke ring out than Green Lantern
So many rubies on me you could call me Pink Panther (oh)
Caddy's ghost appeared, told me not to eat Xanax
Then he jooged me with a new plug who only speak Spanish (bueno)

[Verse 2: Pass]
Soak up game from Bay legends
Stay reppin' where ever I step these J7's
Ay, roll a chop out a fanta leaf
Ay, let me show that I got a plot to beef
Locked in, me and my niggas dippin', hittin' corners, the block bend
Niggas be trippin', different switchin' on ya' we not them
I been solid from the start, learned a lot at Mosswood Park, like how to spot a mark
Ah, politickin', patna listen, you a walkin' lick
Pockets strippin', wallet missin' just for talkin' shit
You outta pocket, play ya' role, out of line, pay the toll
Lames wanna play to win the game is sold, break the mold
Niggas gettin' murdered dog, used to read Murder Dog
Till the curtain call the circle small I never heard of y'all
Back to where they came from
Play dumb, bands over bands niggas bang drums
Rah

[Hook: Pass]
Ay, keep it solid I been mobbin', I don't got the time to chill like that
Ay, niggas fallin' off lookin' lost, tell me why you feel like that
I got mine, it's 'bout time
Can't tell me shit
Ay, I got mine, it's 'bout time
Niggas can't tell me shit

[Verse 3: Okwerdz]
I do this for Tall T, Sean P and Kodyack
PH to Young B, Caddy and the homie Jack
No one can hold me back, I'm going where the dough be at
Till my revenue havin' more streams than your Kodi app
So if it isn't payin' then I'm stayin' home
They wouldn't let me in they lanes and so I made my own
You motherfuckers think I'm playin' then I'm breakin' bones
Ya' flow is dated and overrated like Game Of Thrones
I put a culture vulture's head in a bag
And choke Kid Rock to death with his Confederate flag
Nah, we ain't buddy buddy, leavin' you dummies bloody
I may just run for mayor of Stockton in 2020
Get yo' jaw wired when I fracture ya' grill
And you gon' be a mumble rapper for real
These bitter hip hop purists, have really got me cringin'
My name is young Okweez man, and this is my opinion, this is my opinion

[Verse 4: Mac Mall]
Mac and about that action, 'bout that blasting silencer cue you closed-caption
Hate you pussies with a passion, gloved up, and ski masking
Head shot, toe-tagging, monster when we mashing
And mobbing, with [?] bank-robbing, we get it popping
Cutthroat killer on a mission and failure's not a option
Cutthroat killer on a mission and failure's not a option
All praises to the honorable Mac Dre, Fast Gunna, and the king JA
Got Cinnabons in my K, all about my fetty 'fore they free Young Lay
Because there's so many suspect rappers to slay
But we ain't talking like Beyoncé, we talking like tying up yo' fiancée
Chop her up and throw her in the cuts they'll never find the body
Nigga this Mac Mall, I never back down, I blast off
I put a price on yo' head, and show you what ya' life cost
So if you ever wanna find out who the motherfucking realest
Come to 707 Crestside, nigga we drill shit

[Hook: Pass]
Keep it solid I been mobbin', I don't got the time to chill like that
Ay, niggas fallin' off lookin' lost, tell me why you feel like that
I got mine, it's 'bout time
Can't tell me shit
Ay, I got mine, it's 'bout time
Niggas can't tell me shit