Mac a Million Lyrics

This ain't another money song Cruising wicho body stoned

Trying to get your money long Tell me where the money gone

Tell me where the money gone System finally in em

You can see it in they soul And it spread like venom

With these new age microphones To each they own

You look like the type to eat ya own Ain't it funny some would say this ain't my home

Ain't it funny they done made it known 2019 white male with a gun

Walking right into the store See he was told they was invading our home

And the foe got the same skin tone as my bro And that's why some of my folks hate they own

He was ready, said let's go Pulled the clip out and just started to unload

Lead flying, couple shot, others dying See the hate, hear the crying

But to both, he is blind Ain't you see the red lines of the hate

Through the state? No? You see the repercussions

They don't wanna hear it they dont Like discussion ain't a terrorist

Cause of skin tone shout my POCs Stay up on yo tip toes

Cause we been known