Inspirational, sci-fi loving, singing, hip-hop rapping, producing, and aspiring actor, Aaron Mac. In summary, Aaron Mac is Motivation in Music. Combining the storytelling style of hip-hop veteran influences such Jay-Z and Eminem to the new introspect
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Lyrics
Intro:
I can't see you haters in my rear view
I- I- I ain't tryna hear you
You don't get nowhere without having ambition. It's a way of life.
Hook:
I can't see you haters in my rear view
You music garbage baby I ain't tryna hear you
I can't hang with niggaz that got no ambition.
See a winner in my eyes I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision
I can't hang with niggaz, that got no ambition
I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision
Bitch I'm on a mission, I got tunnel vision
Verse:
You little kittens in the wrong yard
Chopsticks since they think they hard
Burn a cross if he think he God
-I make waves like Moses oh lord
You heard Mac was on a killing spree
I cut em open with these rap bars surgery
You boys soft like dessert see
-You niggaz stealing lyrics in the booth committing purgery
Went and filed them papers just to make a point
You ain't riding, then I guess you get the laser point
Had to get that dead weight off my branches nigga
- So you know I got no patience for you hating niggaz
{Chorus}
Verse:
I got no time for relations so fuck what these bitches sayin'.
I just be sittin' on visions, on my own I be praying
I'm on my own just to focus, I know that ain't the plan
I'm looking up at my queen, I know I will be her man
These niggaz sweating these used cars, some Hondas and Fords
I got visions of my black ass pushing a Porsche
That's from changing the world, they look at me like a god
These boys flashing job money, boy you look like a fraud
The asylum is coming, that be the closing of April
You boys put the world to sleep, like a house with no cable.
They keep thinking I'm soft because I speak on emotions
The same lyrics got your woman pussy drippin' like oceans.
{Chorus}
Verse:
Blockers on my face, headphones so I can't hear you talk
Competition leave'em with scorch marks, that's my fault
Only nigga ridin' in a whip with a box of chalk
I can't see a hater like they walkin' on the sidewalk
Say I changed the convo I take the blame
Yall was only talking Jay's like yall was making bank
I got my eyes on some blood bottoms, 2 pairs
My ex said you don't need'em if you can't buy 2 so...
Now that I'm done quoting bitches
I will bring the money back to the house without destroying dishes
Momma raised a quitter, but I broke the chains
Hustla's blood is running through my brain.
