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Machiavelli (Feat. Eryn Allen Kane)

Vic Mensa


Yeah
Savemoney shit

Uh, back to reclaim my throne
Im the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
Im shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we dont live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
I got a story make Shakespeare say thats tragic
Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but Im a backstabber 'cause I und myself
I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, its my albatross
Im a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue
I aint running, but Im tired of yall
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted
On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully, dont be a matador
This aint no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes
Mask on, you still see Im the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so thats all I ask

Uh, young Machiavelli
Still alive across the belly
Uh, lemme get it back

Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project
With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at
Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial
I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu
Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side
No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed
Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty
Yeah, I did a rock album, thats cause Im a rock star
Im from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jess
To put new 22s on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12
Undercovers looking for Proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice
A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family
Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obamas home
Uh, born alone, die alone, its still Savemoney
I take that to the grave with me
The games funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I'm feedin' niggas
They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas
Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas
We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga
Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga?

Still alive
Alive, yeah yeah
Still alive
Alive, yeah yeah
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Alive, yeah yeah
I'm still alive
I'm still alive

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