Mack Lean Kool G Rap (Ft. AG Da Coroner & Fred the Godson)

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Born of a hustler, I'm a bad motherfucker
Keep a pocket full of c-notes, some kilos stuffed in his muffler
Pimp daddy mack lean, tilt the suede hat mean
Cadillac and pad clean, that nickel-plated mac gleam
Flare bellbottoms, shells, he shot 'em
The hell if he not, he a problem like a cell up in Harlem
Should've been in an asylum the way he funeral parlour ‘em
Bottom bitch with the healthy bottom
My bell’s no cotton
Come from a slum off a strip made of legends
See her face with fresh enough mirror paint on that fresh Benz
King of my city, I run for mayor election here on
He step in the scene you to the fifth wing, what happened?
The don is session brunette and blond sex and I’m on rest
And my weapon I hit ‘em with arm injections
Firearm your direction, no arm wrestling peasants
Palming that bread, he got off on the own connections
No question

[Hook x2]
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king