BlocBoy JB - Makavelli lyrics

[Intro] Ha, ha (Dmac on the f**in' track) Ha, ha [Chorus] Uh, this is the life, n***a, this Makavelli Runnin' sh** up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that sh** like lettuce Too much money make these n***as get jealous The life of a convicted felon These n***as cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my n***as they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these b**hes, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick sh** on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These n***as sellin' they souls, no (No, no) [Verse] Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (Woah) Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em? Ayy (No) Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ayy) These pistols savin' n***as tryna take my f**in' lead away (Ah) I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs) I do this for the n***as that be kickin' down doors (I do) I-I-I do this for the gang (Gang), what I rep, double 0 (Woah) I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (Folks) Will I change up? That's a no (No) Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (Slow, slow) Shawty head game on a roll (Roll) Her n***a is a lame and she know [Chorus] Uh, this is the life, n***a, this Makavelli Runnin' sh** up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that sh** like lettuce Too much money make these n***as get jealous The life of a convicted felon These n***as cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my n***as they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these b**hes, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick sh** on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These n***as sellin' they souls, no (No, no)