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Mac

Genres: Hip-Hop

Paradise Lyrics - Mac

Mac talking: 

 

Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch 

So you know it's all about that world war 3 nigga 

You feel me nigga haha 

My nigga sam 

My nigga popeye 

Shout out to my nigga bi-geezy you off in this bitch 

Feel it 

 

Chorus: (popeye) 

 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

Verse 1 (sam) : 

 

Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct 

Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink 

The pack we don't want it lead to unknowns 

Like understanding life and why we here and some gone 

I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory 

Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways 

The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit 

To keep the real alive to have tommorow 

Murderer slash real nigga slash ghetto celebrity 

To often have life and death we hope to never see 

The destiny of what's real is my fate to not hate 

Confusion keep unfolding that the migrates, my lord 

Tech to my face, flinching is forbiddin 

Murder in self-defense, can you blame me for living? 

Keep the real alive, the fake get famous with death 

Keep the real seen, bitch niggas are laid to rest 

 

Chorus: (popeye) 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

Verse 2: (popeye) : 

 

Faster between the streets I held on 

Promoted through pistols and either elsewhere 

Silent and helped to hold on for killer that said a self-prayer 

To walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the sword 

Behind the tents I mean be riding cars 

Standing off the roof of a killer, to murder made life 

Focused than any president living that carry shade ice 

That live amongst the fallen few, to walk away the day they calling you 

And freeze the heat when they come crawling through 

Breathing from the top of it's lungs, tommorow it will shut down 

Niggas that held a piece of my heart they never let down 

Was yet to come before the lord, 

I thought my father supposed to show the card, 

These niggas camaflouge to blow the gaurd 

Making me a part of the wind, suspend will now hell 

Everything operated in time to end when I fail 

Beside the walls of badder shit, I run the streets and chose to stan and spit 

Behind the gate the hater grabbin' pit 

 

Chorus: (popeye) 

 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

My future, my focus, paradise 

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice 

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive 

I keep the real motherfuckers alive 

 

Verse 3 (mac) : 

Now check it 

Now spill on my proverbs, I bless you, you bless the next niggas 

Its for the best niggas believe me 

They say money is the root of all evil 

I say only when it's in the clutch of the wrong people ya feel that 

If murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rules 

You lose your cool then you lose your shoes 

To every nigga in the struggle with big dreams 

We was born with the hustle in my genes, I know it seams like we forbiddin 

Forced in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuits 

With alittle jelly for my lil belly, 

That I just can't fill cause moma belly make the bills 

And I know shit's real, when we go to school just to eat meals 

And for dinner we got sleep nigga, it's deep nigga 

With that you got that whole world against ya 

Bitch ass nigga have you forgoten God sent ya 

Whoaaaaaa 

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