Krugga - MAKIMA Lyrics

You couldn't touch me on my worst day
Nigga get your shit straight
Plotting on a chase and I'm still winning at my own pace
Took a couple L's that was hell had to regulate
Now this weed have me levitate to heavens gates
F*ck it if I ain't on
Respect is what I came for
Used to want the recognition now that shits dead to me
City sleeping on me
Hating niggas speaking on me
Only thing that's missing is the feds creepin on me, but...
I ain't stopping till I'm underneath that gravestone
Used to want quarters like I needed pay phones
Now I'm coppin ounces with my earned pesos
Grab it by the caseload
Make sure they don't trace home
Shout out the plug for the shit he sells
Top shelf got me lifted like a BBL
Only thing that'll keep my mind off this life that's hell
But for the moment I'll be focused on that paper trail
I got money on my mental
Gold grills on my dental
Dreams to be settled never locked up in that kennel
Got me swinging for the fences push the pedal to the metal
Competition scared they're not really on my level
This not for niggas who inherited money
This for niggas needing EBT's and government funding
This for niggas striving tryna turn their nothing to something
For them niggas starving in the jungle scraping and huntin
I'll be damned if I live my life off of survival
Hunger pains bout to make me turn my idols to rivals
I ain't worried bout the fame or really claiming a title
Just eliminating niggas who be feeling entitled
I see that grimey shit is back
No guidance where I'm at
Could give a f*ck about a list if krugga's name is not attached
They should be in the back
But we making them a centerpiece
When I be spitting 3rd degree and they can't touch the worst of me
That feel like burglary
That ain't nothing new
Idolizing pun, big and nas just to name a few
Niggas throwing out subliminals that shit is overdue
I got anything to say
Have no problem naming you
Let alone facing you
These niggas chasing relevance
If they not f*cking with me know my attitude on celibate
That potent be my medicine
Rollin up an ounce got me clouded drink a fountain of that liver killer down
Niggas better hand the crown
Rap career is over
Currently about my Nikes but my future Gucci loafers
With the tailored suit in major flicks
Was meant for major shit
No more appetizers having entrees with the steak and shrimp
Until then I got pipe dreams with light cream
Thought about selling that white girl to white fiends
Analyze my situation got me in a fight scene
Battling my heart
Seen my life picked apart
And I got a cup of pain just to bring me out the dark
But that shit is temporary then I'm right back at the start
Kill em one by one
Leave you niggas there mad trife
Providing dope could've been a narcos my past life
But f*ck that you know crack whites my rap type
Keep spitting dope till I get this cash right
Go head nigga go and test your fate
But just know f*ck with krugga be your last mistake
Stupid