You ain't nothing

Mac Crackers Bitch

Genre: Rap


(Verse 1)

Yo, I should call you my bitch, Mac Cracker,  
Ain't nothin' for me, just a weak-ass slacker.  
Talkin' big, but you ain't got the heart,  
Flexin' like a thug, but you fallin' apart.  




Ballin' with the crew, but you still in the back,  
Claimin' that you're hard, but you livin' a fraud act.  
Stuntin' on the 'gram, but you soft as a feather,  
Goin' through the motions, you ain't tough, never.  


(Chorus)

Mac Cracker, Mac Cracker, you a joke,  
Ain't nothin' for me, watch this shit go up in smoke.  
Bitch, step back, this ain't your scene,  
I’m a savage on the track, you just a meme.  


(Verse 2)

Runnin' with my dogs, yeah, we packin' the heat,  
While you sittin' on the sidelines, feelin' that defeat.  
Sippin' on that haterade, tastin' real bitter,  
You can’t hang with the kings, keep your crown, you quitter.  




Thinkin' you a player, but you stuck in the minors,  
We out here winnin', flexin' all our designs,  
You a wannabe thug, just a name in the mist,  
I'm the real deal, baby, you don't even exist.  


(Chorus)

Mac Cracker, Mac Cracker, you a joke,  
Ain't nothin' for me, watch this shit go up in smoke.  
Bitch, step back, this ain't your scene,  
I’m a savage on the track, you just a meme.  


(Outro)

So call me what you want, but I’m risin' so high,  
While you sittin' in the basement, just watchin' me fly.  
Mac Cracker, you a ghost, just a shadow of me,  
I’m runnin' this game, while you wish you could be.

rap, trap Phonk