OG Maco – Heavy lyrics

Aw, man man man man
We 'bout to go on tour
That’s be cool, thank you
Hm, my nigga

Lo, uh look, I’m with Mac, goin’ ducko
Tell Ducko when we hit the A, I’mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I’m cutthroat
(Don’t judge, though)
My east coast girls love the in-hoe dutch mode
Respect, the real niggas gimme the up mode
Shit, gon’ crash the internet as soon as it upload
I trust no, woman or man
Who make the mans but don’t come with the plan
Off brands, might sweaner yo fam
'Cause you think you a man with that gun in yo hand
Stupid (I’m a man without it)
Friday boy, you on yo crack shit
It’s Friday, nigga, and I’m on Craigslist
'Cause I’m bored as shit and I wanna buy somethin’
I’m havin’ flashbacks with my cousin in the mall, broke, I couldn’t buy nothin’
We got it poppin’, got it live jumpin’
But I been ready like my ride comin’
In my ride bumpin’ at the traffic light
Webbey on, bangin’ savage life
If my money there and that package right
Oh, it’s about to be a bloody snipe
I pull up on that walk in the room
She askin’ fo’ rough sex
You pull up on a y'all in the room
She askin’ is it up yet?
We ain’t the same, nigga, enough said
Oh, let me guess, you got us next?
Well, I don’t care, I’m in the present moment
And this a wrap like winnin’ presents
Open time to kill the game
Any last words? You hit the hood
You won’t get a past
You be lucky to even get the password
To the wifi, my niggas crash nerds
Two rules, rule number two before yo pass herbs
Nigga, ask first, and number two before you steal my flow
I’d appreciate it if you’d ask first
Nigga!

All of my soldiers is ready
You know that my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
All of my soldiers is ready
You know all my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know (hey nigga!)
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know

Dumb clean, I’m dumb clean
Used to walk, now I run things
Seen every where they tryna make us quit
But I never switched, I got one team
We ball out, it’s time to ball now
I’m just livin’ plans that I draw out
In my girl be trippin’ like it can’t be different
I can get a mistress with a call now
But I’m chilling out, I put my phone down
Gotta get it 'cause they bluffing out here
Turnin’ nothing into something out here
'Cause our trap is boomin’ beaming bunkin’ out here
Lot of bitches, sorry lot a women
But just find you one 'cause it ain’t nothin’ out here
They claim they modelin’ or servin’ bottles
But in actuality they fuckin’ out here
Drop that shit!

All of my soldiers is ready
Ya know that my soldiers is ready
So cross my line if you want to
Just make sure you know where you headin’
I keep real ones in my section
It’s only real ones in this section (only the real)
So if you ain’t here, don’t get upset
But you probably ain’t getting accepted
Kevin Gates, I don’t get tired
I get high and I get inspired
I take my mind and I get inside it
I get beats autopilot
I get my beats neat, auto pilot
You see what I did there? I’m on my shit
Get on yo side 'cause I’m with my clique
And fuck a hater, nigga, they seen my shit, watch!

All of my soldiers is ready
Ya know that my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
All of my soldiers is ready
You know that my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy (hey nigga!)
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know (hey nigga!)
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know

Aye, aye, I love it, livin’ dumb is perfect
Went from mobbin’ to merchin’
From all that work, it went from silent to quote to quote
Comin’ bitch were good over here
Notice nurtures, what ya lookin’ at dear?
In clothin' explosion of orgasm in my ear
I came to rumble, leave a few contusions
And these rappers average with some grand illusions
In the game like a home intrusion
I want everything and the restitution
Fuck the mule, I’mma act to ask
This is execution, sign the retribution
'Cause his parents hatin' tryna play the music
But it still play the music, gettin’ played’s a mule-e
Bitch you made yo rubik, I been makin’ movies
I’m like Stanley Kubrik, takin’ back the 20s
Bitch, that’s therapeutic, see the planets tryna cop the movies
We go convoluted, leave they chances putrid
I can kill a goosey nigga, fuck the wolfers
Based decisions on the fact we winnin'
Meet the hottest truly and they hardly humid
They like OG Mac a rapper? I hardly knew it
'Cause you slightly stupid or Europeanated
Fuck a simulation and these imitations
They can’t rap with Cadey, this is innovation
Best accommodate me 'fore I take it, commas
Get eradicated for some simple drama
Trap dilapidated but 'em junkers' comin’
Now I’m sellin’ records and they celebratin’
Seas all sybil but it’s complicated
'Cause my niggas hungry and these streets is warming
So I sommersault, I need to syndicate
All these wins and losses got us motivated
Fuck yo frustration and irritation
'Cause we plantin’ seeds, did the irrigation
Now it’s illustrated like a dobey made it
Infatuated with these extra racks
Neva fuck with lames, it’s the combination of the conversation
That’s a pimp ass, now you antiquated, been trashed
Yes, I made and gate it, never sold my soul, for the bin trash

All of my soldiers is ready
Ya know that my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
All of my soldiers is ready
Ya know that my soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know
I’ll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know