Nothing Like It

Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of ****, that shit scary

Sometimes I feel ahead of myself

I hear this voice in the back of my mind

Like, mack, maintain, just grind, dogg, better yourself

So what I do? I take heed and pick up the pace

Can't explain it when I pick up my son and look at my face

I'm like a black rose growing in a concrete crack in the pavement

There that voice go again, mack, practice for greatness

Get paid for them immaculate statements

Keep thinking of them hotlines, like a psychic, I can't explain it

There's no pen when I write it, it's nothing like it

Goddamn, what you want from me?

What you want me to tell you, huh?

**** thought I would stutter, huh

Thought I was dumb

But I ain't used to use my mind

I used to just use my 9

And run wild with my boys

In these streets wild with these wars

Now the Qu'ran and forty-eight laws

They polish my flaws

I'm moving **** like puppets with no strings attached

It's nothing for Beans, so you know it ain't a thing for Mac

To look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearing

Pick you apart like you **** is transparent

(I see right through you ****)

It's like Mac was born with advanced parents

I'm like the sun shining at night

Imagine it, dawg, I know you wanna see me gradually fall

But I'm walking on air, breaking every gravity law

It's nothing like it, I swear

I spit words that skip through air

Let these words of a true thug hit your ear

It change colors like blue blood when it hit the air

It's nothing like it

Goddamn, shit, I can't explain it

Fuck y'all ****

I changed my whole life in about nine months

Just like sperm in a womb

These young **** never learn till they doomed

Try to tell 'em, you can burn, young punk, without smelling the fumes

Make you shiver in the middle of June

Paint a picture so vivid, you can hang it up in your room

Shine bright like a prism, displaying colors like Crayola

Thinking of prisons with straight soldiers

Think about the **** who fucked us and played over us

Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed over us

Just look at the picture I'm painting, it's so perfect

Open your eyes, motherfuckers, you can't duck us

No survivors, every soul shall suffer

I'm loading up revolvers, every shell shall touch ya

I promise it's like jihad with these mags, I'ma bust ya

Goddamn, it's nothing like it

I'm serious

Can't explain how I write it