Intro - RJ

Naw man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes\nYou know, I keep 'em broke\nWake up one morning with some money\nThey’re subject to go crazy, you know\nI keep 'em looking good, pretty, and all that, you know\nBut no dough\nWhen I get a bitch, I get a bitch (oh, right on)\nRemember, that, Mac, the Bear? (yeah)\nTried to steal one of my bitches\nI called him up on telephone, I said\n«Come on over to the pad and lets rap a taste on it»\nYa know, so when he comes over\nI told her to give him a little taste\nCause he sure as shit wasn’t getting any from me\nSee, that nigga wanted that honey, all we wants is the money\nRich off Mackin'\nMustard on the beat, ho\nPapa was a pimp and Momma used to ho and strip\nThey fucked each other comin' up with they next lick\nAnd, nine months later from December '86\nThe coldest nigga Jesus died for exists\nAnd bitch, when you ever buying something?\nFind me when you’re trying something\nOut in the sands of Qatar, with my Hawaiin something\nMe always lying something, no brick like a flying dutchman\nI say, I love you, or we can toast out the struggle\nTaught you how to hustle, took the charge without a\nLearned to work the wrists had the grips without a knuckle\nStretchin every dollar, grip until you tear a muscle\nI know you been challenged before\nAnd I didn’t die close without challenging doors\nBut I can show you what good management’s for\nShouldn’t asking for more, that’s what amateur\nOkay she thinner cause she favor Britney Winter\nI breakin up in her, on her knees like a sinner\nSkip the seasons for winter, then proceeded to sin her\nIf she leave with a nigga, then what you mean I’ma kill her\nWith, kindness pull up with a very very nice bitch\nCause the models list game is so enticing\nWith the gray shit, wrapped around our diamonds\nLookin like Sisqos hair stylist dyed it\nYour friends hustled, they’re all indited\nOnly fly shit, next like a high kick\nNever mind shit, this choice RJ shit\nThat Outcast, too Andre shit\nWhole hydration, still bump Dre shit\nI’m Mack, I mastered the art of communication\nAnd if I’m mackin your daughter, she entertainment\nGot her in the back of the car, she started faintin'\nOpen up your mind, go viral\nAnd live a baller I’m a spiral\nAll I miss that make the horns off a rhino\nAnd nigga, I can tell that bitch poor by\nAll these hoes on, I’m\nSo when it’s time to socialize, I supply the dope\nYou question your bitch, where about she at in an out of those\nI need that honor roll, dress it like a\nI told her love is whatever hang off your key chain\nLook in the mirror and all you see is a clean shave\nI know you faded, treat everyday like you P-day\nBut you keep me paid and get your weave\nCold weather I knows better, slang that fourth letter\nHoes give me neck till they throat swell up\nI’m so developed, out the mud like Coachella\nA gorilla, bag dope in a dope sweater\nI’m a boss nigga, I be late on time\nMy last bitch ain’t work out, I had to exercise\nYou think you know me, but there’s more than one side to a story\nI pack a 40, playing smart like I’m valedictorian