The Parlour-Mac Lethal

[Verse 1:] Blood in my lungs Shotgun in my own mouth Ballin' so hard I got money I don't count Stacks in my pocket, stacks cause I'm indie Even though the ****in odds were just stacked up against me Hold up, I took a shot of whiskey now I'm fine Ain't a single one of you gon' say this city isn't mine Even though these record labels told me that I need to act realer They said they'll sign me if I act like I'm Mac Miller Some even said they wouldn't sign me cause I'm balding Even though my flow is straight scalding Now I'm losin confidence I feel like quittin music Even though my flow is so abusive I'm just scared to let my ***** swing So **** ya'll, I ain't somebody's pet dog I pull a gun on all these record labels get robbed I gotta make you bang your head until your neck throb No one in their right mind deserves to work a desk job I'm gonna catch this dream before I die ***** I'm gonna catch this dream before I die ****