Текст OG Maco – Want More

Hook:
Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there’s nothin’ left, now they want more

Verse 1:
Choppers, choppin, it’s like Vietnam, smokin’ Napalm
Livin’ days, I ain’t slept in days, it’s the the fourth one
Everybody think they’re waterproof till the storm come
Make it rain, 100 dolla bills, 100 round drums
Full of rage and I’m out the cage, when I’m on the stage
You can see the savage, pocket watchin’ just like field hands
Fuckin pea, I’m tryna count the cabbage
Fuck you talkin’ for if I ain’t askin?
Arky smilin’ but bitch I ain’t laughin’
Unless you call me on my bank route
All them commas, that’s a real hoop
Still thinkin’ bout the black coupe
It’s a P-1, top see-through
If i ain’t top Five its cuz im top two
You prolly thought it was a year or two
Bitch, you guessed it, now they want more
Competition? fuck the competition
Never slippin’, I’m like golf soles
All in one, but that’s on every song

Hook:
Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there’s nothin’ left, now they want more
Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more

Verse 2:
I got a feelin’ but there’s nothing in
All this profit gotta be a sin
Euros too, stack a million yen
Ion’t trust bitches with a million friends
She just watchin homie, she just plottin on me
Feelin’ tensions, why you actin’ different?
Poppin’ bottles, since a young nigga
Nineteen ordered 20 hens, had to get the money to my mans
Told em here bout the master-plan
Just the otha day he understand
We’ll kill em with the truth
Broad day, no mask on
The young and scary children of the corn
Bunch of niggas raised with women scorned
Pimpin pimpin sippin sippin neva cookin cookies
Got yo feelins trippin listen listen
There’s no pencil
Drew it up without a stencil
In the pistol with the read option
Couple scrambles, now I’m outta pocket
Hearin winner music, watch me rock it
I’m a star like my new Givenchy, on that topic where is Erykah
Tell Badu I wanna touch her, just confessin’, I ain’t Usher
Teachin’ lessons, no professor.
Bible, ratchet on my dresser
How you gon’ do it? Say you want more!
How ya gon’ prove it?
Workin’ workin’ I’m in overtime
Clockin’ in, nigga, grab the scale
Be a starter how you run the pie
Put in work on your battlefield

Hook:
Gave em hustle, struggle pain from me, now they want more
Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more
Give em somethin till there’s nothin’ left, now they want more
Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more