Interlude M.A.C #2

[Skit: M.A.C. Blast]
Man, this fake love sh*t out here
(Fake love, man)
You f*ck with a n*gga, you f*ck with a n*gga
You love a n*gga, you love a n*gga
You rock with a n*gga, you rock with a n*gga
(Rock with a n*gga, mayne, for real)
sh*t gotta be real but at the same time
When I show you that I got love for you, n*gga
(Yeah, love a n*gga, man)
Then n*gga, you gotta love a n*gga back, n*gga
Don't be formin' no ignorance, either, n*gga
You gotta love the game, n*gga, love it
Love these streets and gotta stick to the same business
(Love the culture)
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Funk Or Die, Funk Or Die)
I be talkin' to bruh, he like
"n*ggas and b*tches always talkin' 'bout"
'I remember n*ggas ridin' the bus' or
(Talkin' too much)
'Man, he was just ridin' the baby 'stang'
(b*tch, you remember too much, b*tch)
n*gga, okay, b*tch
When you seen him on the bus, you was on the bus too, n*gga
Everybody done rode the bus before, n*gga
God damn
Even Fee used to be on the back of the bus, b*tch
You feel what I'm sayin'?
You actin' like a n*gga was eighteen, nineteen on the back of the bus, mayne
You talkin' 'bout middle school, b*tch
What the f*ck is you bringin' that up for?
(b*tches be weird)
Know what I'm sayin'? God damn
Do that n*gga say, know what I'm sayin'
"Oh, I remember you, when you was wearin' ripper slippers and you used to be scared of di*k"?
(Ripper slippers)
Nah, n*gga, n*gga see you like
(Scared of di*k, b*tch)
"Okay, how you doin'?"
"You doin' what the f*ck you gotta do", man
That's like
Say for instance
You got you a little house
You got a little Benz truck, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Yeah, yeah)
Every time you see your motherf*ckin' big cousin
(Yeah)
He say some stupid-ass sh*t like
"Man, you got a Benz truck, now?"
"Man, I remember you used to p*ss in the bed"
(Duh)
God damn, everyone used to p*ss in the bed
(You used to p*ss in the bed, too, n*gga)
God, sh*t
How many times you gon' bring that sh*t up?
(Weird-ass n*gga)
These n*ggas crazy, man
Always talkin' some crazy sh*t about anyone they see successful
You got n*ggas always talkin' 'bout
"Oh, he ain't gettin' that off rap money"
"He gettin' that off pimpin'"
(Pimpin')
You know what I'm sayin'? You got n*ggas talkin' 'bout
"He ain't get that off pimpin', he gettin' that off rappin'"
(He gettin' it off rappin')
n*gga, do it matter?
If it's rappin' or pimpin', n*gga?
Salute the hustle, dog
A young black man turned a probation condition
A f*ckin' stayaway
(You feel me?)
Into a success story
Period
(Man)
Man, I remember I used to go through that same, stupid-ass sh*t, n*gga
(Man, I remember I used to go through some sh*t back in the day)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Back when I started bein' a big-head scientist, n*gga, you feel what I'm sayin'?
When you saucy everyday, everyday, man
It's nothin'
Don't nobody say you saucy 'cause that's normal, know what I'm sayin'?
(Right, right)
You a dirty little n*gga
n*gga do halfway-fit, motherf*ckers say you saucy
(When you wearin' white tee shirts, 'Oh you saucy')
So I got my third child on the way, n*gga
I wore a snow suit for eight months, I'm just stackin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
On my birthday, n*gga, you feel what I'm sayin'
I cut my hair, cut my face, you know what I'm sayin'?
(That's saucy?)
Put the Acorn chain, get the Rolly, feel what I'm sayin'?
(Know what I'm sayin'? It's my b-day, n*gga, I'm supposed to)
Do the birthday sh*t, right?
Some zips goin' for like five-fifty
(Five-fifty)
My n*gga Bam ain't got none his turn n*gga, but mayne down four seventy-five
(Four seventy-five all day)
"Oh, man, I ain't buyin' no zips from them, n*gga"
(Why, n*gga?)
"You know what I'm sayin'? That n*gga ain't no real n*gga"
(I ain't a real n*gga?)
"He got a settlement 'cause his mama died"
(I ain't a real n*gga 'cause my mama gave me some money?)
"You know what I'm sayin'? I don't buy weed from n*ggas like that"
Bruh, say what?
n*gga, I know the n*gga mama, n*gga, n*gga mama ain't dead
(My mama wasn't even dead)
"Oh n*gga, that n*gga just turned twenty-one, you feel what I'm sayin'?"
"He got whipped by a security guard when he was little"
(Never got whooped by security, no time)
No time
n*gga, know what I'm sayin'?
n*gga just kept hatin' on a n*gga
'Cause, n*gga, I'm a settlement baller, n*gga?
Or I'ma overnight success?
No time, n*gga
Already had the seven-deuce Mally
And the candy-orange six-eight 'Stang, n*gga
Hood old school Nova, n*gga
The candy 5.0
And got a seven-one Caddy, n*gga
Two RX-7s, n*gga, and a Honda, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'?
I was just puttin' that sh*t up, bein' a big-head scientist, n*gga
Just on some stackin' sh*t, n*gga
(But)
But it don't even matter, n*gga, if I was a settlement baller, n*gga
(It don't matter)
You'd rather pay five fifty then four seventy-five
Just because the way I got my money?
(Haa)
Stupid
n*ggas be on some weird ass sh*t
Now I ain't knockin' n*ggas, right?
(Yeah)
When n*gga be like
"Bruh, I just seen Philthy in 2010"
(Exactly)
"Bruh was in Sac, n*gga, sellin' hella weed"
"I ain't seen a n*gga bubble so fast, n*gga"
"That n*gga, man, that n*gga went on one"
(I ain't never seen a n*gga bubble so fast)
"For real, like the last four years, n*gga, it's money out there to get and I salute the n*gga"
(Yeah)
n*gga I know that, that ain't really hatin'
(That ain't really nothin')
But all them n*ggas that wanna keep talkin' bout tall tee bullsh*t
Man, knock it off
(Knock it off, bruh)
It ain't no red bottom store in Oakland, folks
(No where)
n*ggas be travelin', seein' sh*t, f*ckin' with different n*ggas
(Exactly, mind be openin')
n*ggas mind be openin' to new lives, expandin', you know what I'm sayin'?
So it's gon' come out in his raps, man
(Fa sho, it's supposed to)
n*gga s'posed to be talkin' 'bout
(He be gettin' money)
Doin' licks and slidin' on n*ggas, that ain't how a n*gga livin', bro
You feel I'm sayin'?
(Backin' up quarter ounces all day)
Know what I'm sayin', n*gga?
You want a n*gga standin' on Seminary and Fortune
In a motherf*ckin' Wraith sellin' weight like it's '83
(No time)
Man, come on, bruh
They got Snapchat live
IG live and all hella sh*t, n*gga, know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta have love for the motherf*ckin' game before the shoulders that we stand on, n*gga
(Fa sho, n*gga)
Some fool n*gga paid the price way back in the day, n*gga
(Yeah, that's right)
When that n*gga load his firearm, n*gga, with no gloves on
(Exactly)
Now everybody and they mama know, n*gga, not to do that, n*gga
Real n*ggas make sacrifices so real n*ggas can learn from 'em, n*gga
(Fa sho)
You weird-ass n*ggas gotta get with the program, n*gga
(Man)
Love the culture, n*gga
(Exactly)
Love the moves that n*ggas make from your city, n*gga
(Man, I love the town, n*gga)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
And always, instead of knockin' a n*gga all the time, n*gga
Stop with the fake love, n*gga
(Fa sho)
The Bay could be like the new Atlanta, n*gga
(On everythang, mayne)
Without peach tree, n*gga
(f*ck peach tree)
n*ggas know what I mean without peach tree, haha
(Peach tree, north peach tree, city of peach tree)
And that's from the n*gga that look like me
Get on his knees and wanna marry a n*gga that look like 'em
(Fa sho, mayne)
I'm like, "Lord, have mercy"
I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know why I feel like I wanna beat both them n*ggas ass
n*gga I don't give a f*ck
I'm just f*ckin' off this sh*t, man
I don't give a f*ck how much love you got for a n*gga
n*gga, you ain't gotta marry that n*gga
Man, you just love a n*gga
See, I love a lot of black men
I love the way black men look, n*gga
Six-packs in they own zone
n*gga I don't get the feelings of sexual feelings
I don't wanna do nothin' with 'em, n*gga
Weird-ass n*gga
Yeah, that's real love for myself, n*gga, real love for the game
And I know n*gga
And my di*k don't- I ain't even f*cked a b*tch in the ass, n*gga
(Yeah)
I know where my di*k go, n*gga
I ain't gon' f*ck with no n*gga
Weird-ass n*gga
But, nah, man, y'all n*ggas gotta salute real love, bruh
(Funk Or Die, n*gga, gay-ass n*ggas)
Man, my bruh be doin' his thang, man
n*ggas gettin' they chain, gettin' they watches, n*gga, it's good, man
(Salute my n*gga Philthy, man)
Stop talkin' 'bout all that other bullsh*t, n*gga
We all been broke before, n*gga
(Come on, man)
We all come from the gutter, mayne
(Get behind a n*gga)
We all doin' what we do
(I wanna see the n*gga be Jay-Z, n*gga)
Y'all know what it is, man
(Let's get it, n*gga)
You know what I'm sayin'
You n*ggas gotta Funk Or Die, mayne
(Make way for real n*ggas)
That's the language, gas all day
(All motherf*ckin' day, n*gga)
(I want the n*gga to pave the way for real n*ggas, mayne)
(You know, Oakland n*ggas get blackballed, n*gga)
(We get up in that motherf*cker, n*ggas know what it is, mayne)
('Cause, y'am sayin', 'cause n*ggas gon' do what the f*ck they gon' do, man)
(Like I said though, man)
(It's Funk Or Die, man)
(I f*ck with my Sem-City n*ggas, man)
(Free my little brother, n*gga, B-O-T, n*gga)
(Know what I'm sayin', little Mall, n*gga, Hyph, n*gga)
(Love you n*ggas, n*gga)
Gas