Mak11 feat. Chron Lennon - Subtle Lyrics

Lyrics Subtle - Mak11 feat. Chron Lennon



When I get the money in a minute imma spend it
Yeah it ain't nothing but a check
Been up on my hustle 'til I'm sick I'm tryna get rich
Man I ain't bluffing 'cause I'm blessed
Living through the struggle never give in I been destined
I had to make something from the stress
My digits finna double this a different kind of flexing
Me and my gang gunning for they necks
Dripping like a puddle shit fitting like a puzzle
I ain't playing don't put it to the test
I ain't slip and I ain't stumble been sipping my cup
I'm staying faded blowing bud up out my chest
With the clique we can't crumble they wishing we'd fumble
Our game but they up against the best
In the middle of the jungle everything it isn't subtle
Every day don't know what be coming next
I never really know what's gon' come next
I'm steady switching flows like the subject
My bezel gon be froze get 'em upset
I'm ready bout to blow 'cause I'm up next
Get the fetti with my bros then we cut checks
I ain't messing with these hoes skip your drunk text
Every second I'm on go for my success
Never bend I never fold won't be compressed
Know this weed I got be louder than a drum set
You gonna need a coffin mouthing off with dumb threats
Why they keep on copping out 'cause I'm a young vet
I can see they want the clout they acting suspect
Ain't no reason to be doubting are you done yet
Mane my team be truly bout it realest ones left
Shawty freaky moving down just like the sunset
Opps be creepy looking clowns and I can't trust them
I got substance, I never lacked that
Ain't no reluctance, I'm ready that's facts
Y'all need adjustments, you better backtrack
Such an abundance, of steady rap cap
It's all redundant, I'm sick of whack tracks
I want them funds bitch, I'm finna stack racks
Look what I done did, to get a fat sack
My dawg be drug rich, he where the trap at
Might cop a couple whips I'm thinking red and matte black
I'm not the one to diss don't interject I'll clap back
I want a flooded wrist all dripping wet on splash stat
My God I'm running this they tripping they can't pass Mak
Been on some other shit I get ahead with fast laps
Think y'all done must have went and quit they never can match
When my profits double then I'm tripling the cash fast
Kid won't stop for nothing in my city this they last chance
When I get the money in a minute imma spend it
Yeah it ain't nothing but a check
Been up on my hustle 'til I'm sick I'm tryna get rich
Man I ain't bluffing 'cause I'm blessed
Living through the struggle never give in I been destined
I had to make something from the stress
My digits finna double this a different kind of flexing
Me and my gang gunning for they necks
Dripping like a puddle shit fitting like a puzzle
I ain't playing don't put it to the test
I ain't slip and I ain't stumble been sipping my cup
I'm staying faded blowing bud up out my chest
With the clique we can't crumble they wishing we'd fumble
Our game but they up against the best
In the middle of the jungle everything it isn't subtle
Every day don't know what be coming next
Searching for one's self is a journey for a lifetime
Life is what happens in between, that's your lifeline
Never ending journey when learning all these tight rhymes
You know that we splurging on the bling like hotline
Just 'cause I carry it well don't mean it ain't heavy
Baby you can tell I'm dried out like the levee
Nothing's picked me up since I fell, I ain't ready
I wear my heart on my sleeve and it's heavy
I know my worth, I refuse to let anyone tell me how to use it
And I make it work, I got the juice man your boy stone cold like Medusa
One with the earth, gonna live with my toes in the sand in Saint Lucia
Came from the dirt, but I'm so fresh so clean that they calling me loofa
Let me share with you what's on the agenda
You ain't making weight cause you ain't a contender
You ain't got to lie to kick it, we don't want pretenders
One night with you feel like twenty-one, it must be September
I'm 'bout to hit the racks like I'm bubbly
She got me on my back we ain't cuddling
We 'bout to raise the stakes you better double it
I got you in my scopes like I'm the Hubble bitch



Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald


Mak11 feat. Chron Lennon - Elevyears
Album Elevyears
date of release
20-01-2023



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