Justice League

They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me

Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee

Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosbys

A **** still slidin' with sticks like Sid Crosby

I used to flip doggy, got on my hip

I lift off me if **** get froggy

Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick Nolte

To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me

They send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across me

**** gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if **** double cross me

The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me

Y'all lil' **** got it backwards

Bro do the steppin' and he not a Kappa

Push the black and yellow Maybach

**** thinkin' I was cabber

It's not a rapper that I fear, you **** not a factor

Yeah, I crossed my T's, dotted my I's

Rap **** still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised

Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived

Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Whoa)

Look, I make them salty motherfuckers uncomfortable

'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you

And Weez used to tell me them **** is drinkin' hundred proof

Thinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and seersucker suits

Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable

They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if **** dare fuck with you

It's clear cut that you the king, ****," yeah

Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, ****

It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, ****

I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, ****

Opened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickers

Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip

You had to be impressed with what you saw

Drumwork

I know you liked it, Skip

Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers

Runnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathers

I hit the gym and I suspend leisure

Finna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders

And we ain't even break a sweat neither

My scorin' numbers reflect this was my best season

You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo' chest weaker

I'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie

I drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homie

Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie

I got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on me

Telfar, I'm T'd in my bag, homie

I'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes

I'm King James how I dominated the East coast, uh

And when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories

I'ma lead both, Machine ghost

Tell the truth, yeah, go ahead say it

Is it my turn?

No, no, no, you can say you li–, nod if you like it

I like it

We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts

It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts

Our money from the three-O to low post , I cook 'em on slow roast

The other side really want no smoke (Yeah)

We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts

It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts

Our money from the three-O to low post, I cook 'em on slow roast

The other side really want no smoke