Lyrics MACHIAVELLI feat. Eryn Allen Kayne - Vic Mensa

Yeah
SAVEMONEY sh-

Uh, back to reclaim my throne
I'm the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shining hard Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where cr- hit the Chi same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry

I got a story make Shakespeare say that's tragic
Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I'm a backstabber
'Cause I un'd myself

I got better sh- on albums I shelfed than sh- that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it's my albatross
I'm a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
P- n- talking down, v- monologue
I ain't running, but I'm tired of y'all
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted
On the limbs of your friends have 'em crying like Kavanaugh

Back on my bully, don't be a matador
This ain't no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes
Mask on you, still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
So that's all I ask

Uh, young Machiavelli
Still alive across the belly
Lemme get it back, uh

Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project
With my ride or die b- n- where The Lox at
Had so many conflicts that sh- got crucial
I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu
Sh- is like apartheid if you see the South Side
No upward mobility they got n- paralyzed

Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty
Yeah, I did a rock album, that's cause I'm a rock star
I'm from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesús
To put new 22's on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12
Undercovers looking for proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice

A window in my reality
Two-parent household from an immigrant family
Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home
Uh, born alone, die alone it's still SAVEMONEY
I take that to the grave with me

The game's funny, a n- went from robbing in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Inglewood, I'm feedin' n-
They produced these circumstances by beatin' n-
Mistreatin' and misleadin' n-
We the n- jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', n-
Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a n-?

Still alive
Alive, yeah yeah
Still alive
Alive, yeah yeah
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Alive, yeah yeah
I'm still alive
I'm still alive