Songtext von The Mack Book (feat. Curren$y)

This was crafted by the masters To be played on the block In the project hallways of secluded mansions I shot a video once With French Montana in the Hamptons He brought a hundred chicks through Coke boy magic I was rolling fat ones I always had that pack son When Tity Boi was the only one Calling the weed gas I came up with a nice plan To stack some mean cash I done this move Away from the stash spot I cruise On the way to my next move My best move, you best move Or get wrecked That's real life that's not a threat The crib big still got wings like a jet Wings like a plane Elevators, hella steps Nigga Uh Feel like a player Straight game Ballers Commentators, fans, haters, spectators All in the same stadium Only one can win Will it be you or one of them?