187th Chamber lyrics

[Verse]
Look, look
My n*gga sold all kinda raw
But if you got it and we ain't got it
We kicking down your momma door
I'm big homie my youngins'll catch a homi for
Had red dots on your face like Lonzo Ball
Whip a gellato then I call
These n*ggas is just a lot of talk
Pop up on n*ggas like lotto balls
Like what's popping, hollow tips popping off
And I ain't stopping 'til I see bodies fall
Left Shade 45 pulled the Mazi off
When them n*ggas want a beat bodied, I get called
I just gotta call my young n*gga
He gon' pop shotty off
Hit yo' knee cap, knock it off
I'm a boss
You know them verses got a cause
I took the blood bottoms off now I rock the Kors
I jot it raw
When I write it I'm f*cking psychotic yall
n*ggas ain't f*cking with me, not at all
Uh, I'm a legend I swear
I'm from the hood, boy, you never was there
All that trappin in your raps but
You ain't never measure a square
Christian Lou in my closet n*gga several a pair
Don't ever compare me to a n*gga with
Different color dreads in his hair
Uppercut his head in the air
Drop numbers like 23 for the pelicans, yeah
I promise it's been a hell of a year
Yeah, you know it's the Machine
I'm Kobe with the rings
What the f*ck is mumble rap? I ain't know it was a thing
You b*tches on my di*k now they noticing the bling
I'ma just make 'em f*ck all the homies on the team
Trying to get my n*ggas rich get 'em paid
Kill the game then p*ss on it's grave
Yeah, the four fifth it'll raise
Quick then I empty the whole clip in his waves
Machine n*gga