Текст песни MacBook - akii.

Never had shit but a MacBook
On the side stuffing remedy inside the backwood
I been on some different shit, y'all forgot I rap good?
Chop ya whole crew cuz you softer than some sapwood
I'm the chosen one the holy one that hold a gun
I can show you all my powers like I'm Broly son
I could fly without some wings stuff a holy blunt
In the sky looking down on a world that's done
Take a pause for a minute, I could show you all my scars looking off keep forgetting
Stop a label making deal akii. independent
Made a couple bags and I flipped it without a pension
Without no credit, without a debit, without the lettuce
Now we making cheese off this music shit that I'm selling
I be walking around with em snitches and so they don't tell it
Don't fuck around with akii, I pull up if you don't get it, yo

If you walk with me I'll tell you about my prophecy
Spittin in the game written down on my hypotheses
Everyday was struggling, no new money deposited
There's people out on the street that be geeking off the poppy seeds
Them coffee beans, walking through the forest of the haunted trees
Pathetic with the losses and I'm fried off of an ounce of weed
Still dark inside the skeleton, it's empty smoking sedatives
Still on and off with medicine, God speed with excellence
I just snapped a picture of who I'm better than, fed up with comparison
Bitch