MCCH by Jamal HD Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Jamal HD]
Thinking that you in God hands
To the point they like got damn
Expecting you to do the hammer dance
But my nuts need room like hammer pants
Can't catch up
Now the whole world speed racer
Life ah bitch that won't date ya
And pains liquor wit no chaser
Won't let up
Hoping that ah motherfucker give up
Hope that ah nigga never rise up
Bad is the status for the kids luck
But fuck that
Ride this motherfucker til the wheels loose
Or money fall from the roof like Bishop off Juice
Whole damn city trying to stall my shit
Now the motherfucker trying to call my shit
Francis Bacon Warhol turned Schitz'
White people gonna wall my shit
Galleries above the fireplace
Niggas all steam with the fire face
But I feel forever what you going to do
I bet success felt like this for Screw
Bun and Face greats of H
A tad bit gaudy but i'm great wit taste
Dealt ah bad hand trying to raise the states
Nigga had to perfect the poker face
From the place where they on ya toes
Do what you gotta do hoop or stove
Head held high when its on its on
Humming another tune why they sing along to
[Hook: Jamal HD]
Money clothes cars and hoes
When God made souls
He
Dipped mine in gold
Ain't finna stop til the world on dick
Need a team lift to take a piss
Cuz ain't now ah nigga walking this bitch
Got the same feeling wit the bass hitting
Like this
This
This
[Verse 2: Jamal HD]
My worst trait is my honesty
But fuck all yall niggas honestly
Grew up where the roaches and rats ah be
So if I blow they deserve the finders fee
Middle finger cuz i am what I'm bound to be
Felt like ah nigga hit the lottery
Looking in the sky no line to see
Mama looking down like she proud of me
Like she proud of me
These motherfuckers can't lie to me
I know our past so on and so on
But let a young man make history
Tell me why you want me to stop
Why ah nigga can't pop I'm
Now force to do this bullshit til you take a full clip put the barrel in ya mouth and go BOW
Please no lames on my side
I drive this bitch and you ride
If I'm on my shit and the world is mine
No shoes in my casa
Endless fall but I dive
Just to double check I'm alive
Since the future will be televised
Sound check bitch are we live
I done the shit to the point motherfuckers don't think and can't take ah hint
Take a beat kill it the point motherfuckers gotta first 48 the shit
48 the shit dope boys can't even weigh the shit
Delay ya shit aiming for the limelight
Brighter than the daylight
Never had nothing so the soundtrack sound like
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Jamal HD]
Thinking that you in God hands
To the point they like got damn
Expecting you to do the hammer dance
But my nuts need room like hammer pants
Can't catch up
Now the whole world speed racer
Life ah bitch that won't date ya
And pains liquor wit no chaser
Won't let up
Hoping that ah motherfucker give up
Hope that ah nigga never rise up
Bad is the status for the kids luck
But fuck that
Ride this motherfucker til the wheels loose
Or money fall from the roof like Bishop off Juice
Whole damn city trying to stall my shit
Now the motherfucker trying to call my shit
Francis Bacon Warhol turned Schitz'
White people gonna wall my shit
Galleries above the fireplace
Niggas all steam with the fire face
But I feel forever what you going to do
I bet success felt like this for Screw
Bun and Face greats of H
A tad bit gaudy but i'm great wit taste
Dealt ah bad hand trying to raise the states
Nigga had to perfect the poker face
From the place where they on ya toes
Do what you gotta do hoop or stove
Head held high when its on its on
Humming another tune why they sing along to
[Hook: Jamal HD]
Money clothes cars and hoes
When God made souls
He
Dipped mine in gold
Ain't finna stop til the world on dick
Need a team lift to take a piss
Cuz ain't now ah nigga walking this bitch
Got the same feeling wit the bass hitting
Like this
This
This
[Verse 2: Jamal HD]
My worst trait is my honesty
But fuck all yall niggas honestly
Grew up where the roaches and rats ah be
So if I blow they deserve the finders fee
Middle finger cuz i am what I'm bound to be
Felt like ah nigga hit the lottery
Looking in the sky no line to see
Mama looking down like she proud of me
Like she proud of me
These motherfuckers can't lie to me
I know our past so on and so on
But let a young man make history
Tell me why you want me to stop
Why ah nigga can't pop I'm
Now force to do this bullshit til you take a full clip put the barrel in ya mouth and go BOW
Please no lames on my side
I drive this bitch and you ride
If I'm on my shit and the world is mine
No shoes in my casa
Endless fall but I dive
Just to double check I'm alive
Since the future will be televised
Sound check bitch are we live
I done the shit to the point motherfuckers don't think and can't take ah hint
Take a beat kill it the point motherfuckers gotta first 48 the shit
48 the shit dope boys can't even weigh the shit
Delay ya shit aiming for the limelight
Brighter than the daylight
Never had nothing so the soundtrack sound like
[Hook]