Different Shit Styles P

[Intro]
I'm hustlin' tryna get out of the city and you tryin' hustle to get to me
I got plans, I can't get it on in Mighty's jungle
And when I get it together my way, I'm going back home
To clean air and open space, I'm doin' my thing
The Machine

[Verse 1]
Machine
Ghost
My nigga, I'm on some cool shit
'Cause I'm in the money, not in the bullpens
You should be into fuckin', not in the bullshit
Smokin' a balcony, daiquiris by the pool, kid
Splurge on the late night menu
I sail off away, the thirty-eight might end you
No longer sellin' raw, I'm an entrepreneur
Take a good look, you ain't seen a monster before
Yeah, I'm real ghetto, you ain't been to Yonkers before
My young days was two guns up, blowin' dumb haze
Real quick to shoot at a nigga, even on Sundays
Yeah, I changed, I ain't the same fella
Ask the wifey what she think about the Range, yella
We smokin' on the beach, drinkin' pain killers
You ain't a gain, I got guns but y'all ain't killers, nah
But a body's nothin' to brag about
I'm tryna' find my chi, you want the dragon out?
Nigga, fuck yo' set, what'chu flag about?
Niggas is pussy so, fuck it, I pull a Magnum out