Uh
It's your boy Mclovin
And Erik B coming at you live, uh
Ayo, microphone check, 1-2, 1-2
Good?
Just had to let you know I'm coming through
It's the mac on the track
Yeah, you thought it was wack
Last night, took an L
But tonight I bounce back
I'm never leaving, got love for the limelight
It's a gift, always rappin' hella tight
Motherfuckin' right
Blowin' up like a dynamite
Dropped a song a year ago
It got me signed overnight
White guy with a fuckin' manbun
Mackin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun
MC-Lovin, not finished 'til I'm done
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Take a note from the legend, most dope
When I'm on the mic, motherfuckers lose hope
Mclovin, throwing dope rhymes at your face
Sky's the limit?
I'm watching you from outer space
March winds and april showers
Make way for sweet mayflowers
We got a style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this
March winds and april showers
Romance will soon be ours
We got a style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this
Kick in the door like Biggie
Dressed in velour
The piggy bank in my drawer
Is always fiending for more
Used to hit up on your whore (aaah)
But now I'm done with that
Rather write words and get a hundred racks
And I don't need no help
As long as I look in the mirror and I see myself
Things I've dealt with helped me build myself
And if I were you, I would kill myself
Easily the best, using words to defeat the rest
There is no contest
Give this beat a life vest
Cause that shit is about to get killed
And imma keep it one hundred
Til I'm signed to Dreamville
So grab a refill if you thought I was about to leave
I'm Erik B and i will not sit still
My willpower and skills will put you in your coffin
And one day we'll be making millions of this
March winds and april showers
Make way for sweet mayflowers
We got the style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this
March winds and april showers
Romance will soon be ours
We got the style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this
Now, this a murdering scene
I'll be mopping it clean
Don't get me wrong, though
I'm also going in
I'm rapping mean, sipping lean
Going green like an alien
I came in as a lil boy, but going as a big man
Big man, big man got big plans
Big Macs and Sprite cans, all right then
Nah, it's the life I wanna live
Obese on receits with my homies in New Orleans
I want chains, I want racks, I want drugs
I want big booty bitches in bathtubs
I dream big, but probably end up on the streets
Eventually, it's time for me to leave my dream
Nah, fuck that, I'm joking as always
Imma drive a fuckin' Lambo on lazy days
I like them bottles, they filling them with piss
One day I'll make millions of this (I'll make millions)
March winds and april showers
Make way for sweet mayflowers
We got the style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this
March winds and april showers
Romance will soon be ours
We got the style everybody try to copy
And one day, we'll be making millions off this