[Intro: Lil Mosquito Disease]
Feel the machine
Feel the machine
[Verse 1: Kenny Mgee]
Pull up to the Dollar General
All the employees changin' their schedule
They clearin' out they shelves, we full
Payin' more than the price, it ain't accidental
My tax is straight up on my cabinet
Pack pills and medicine
My dog ass fuckin' creepin'
Round in the shadows, we menacin'
Pay ten of [?], uh, yeah
My whole life is fuckin' luxury
Don't give a fuck about your service
Never even leave a [?] tippin' fee
Shooters comin' out from DC
Whilе I'm fuckin' around in Glasgow
They goin' head to head, yеah, do it for me
Like a fuckin' carnival ball throw
[?] shit, bitch I broke my arm
Wakin' up to money is my fuckin' alarm
Y'all sheeps to me, I'mma round you up
I'm gon' pen your ass up in my farm
I'm a roller coaster of emotions, I was happy when you're sad
Forget about how you're feelin' when there's money to be made
I'm just fuckin' around on this track
Don't mean much to me if it flop
Mosquito be askin' me for a check
'Cause the money roll ain't ever stop, bitch
[Chorus: Lil Mosquito Disease]
Feel the machine, got them fuckin' cogs trunin'
Got a chain so heavy, that's the money I'm earnin'
Ridin' in the vehicle, it's all custom-made
I got boats and I got planes, I'll take your ass on a parade
Money in the fuckin' bank, I'm livin' the dream
Got a chain so fat, it's a hunnid ton stream
Oiled up, that bitch machine gon' go to the fuckin' extreme
Feel the machine bitch, I'm supreme, fuckin' your bitch is my routine, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Mosquito Disease]
I'm too hard, she's too soft
She goin in', I'm pullin' out
The clock's tickin', and time's running out
No more competition left, cuz I bought it all out
Expand, I enterprise, monopoly, I monetize
Thought they could trick one of the best
It's they careers that I decide
Bitch I bring that fuckin' heat, I dominate last year without an album
Should of listened to the fucking lessons I teach
I see the future and I never miss the outcome
She want this platinum dick up in her cheeks, I call that RIAA
Throw it down that booty certified, I fuck it 5 times everyday
Bitch, I'm made for runnin' this shit
Only one gettin' paid for all this shit
I'm a dog you a pussy, put your nine lives away
Bitch I feel like Puss in Boots cause i'm getting fucking paid
Bitch there's nothing left to do
I'm the king on top of that hill
Shot you down in my driveway
Leave nothin' but you're blood getting spilled
[Chorus: Lil Mosquito Disease]
Feel the machine, got them fuckin' cogs trunin'
Got a chain so heavy, that's the money I'm earnin'
Ridin' in the vehicle, it's all custom-made
I got boats and I got planes, I'll take your ass on a parade
Money in the fuckin' bank, I'm livin' the dream
Got a chain so fat, it's a hunnid ton stream
Oiled up, that bitch machine gon' go to the fuckin' extreme
Feel the machine bitch, I'm supreme, fuckin' your bitch is my routine, yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Young Seagull]
Free will is fake, the illusion ain't
My mind wanders with no restraint
Lead and gas, lead in paint
Our breath is fabled and our pulse is faint
Palfium flow in Ketaset drip
Seagull sermons all bump in the whip
A fire receptor, [?] sheath
Get to room, bitch I'm violent, G
Took the rap game in a new direction
Less hedonism, more introspection
I'm posted out on lots, intersections
I'm castin' doubts on your selections
With soft touch, destroy targets
No Metapod, I don't use Harden
They lie still like it's Zen Garden
Flex got me for a real bargain
Everyone dies and that includes you
Came with a [?], you gettin' ran thorugh
Reality collides with hope
Visions shatterin', kaleidoscope
Everyone dies, and that includes me
Filled with sorrow and filled with glee
It can't be stopped, but it cannot be
Alternate peace and anxiety
We have the power, we do not use it
Progress, we can't seem to prove it
Suffering 'till the bell's rang
Rather be hanging with Flex Gang
[Chorus: Lil Mosquito Disease]
Feel the machine, got them fuckin' cogs trunin'
Got a chain so heavy, that's the money I'm earnin'
Ridin' in the vehicle, it's all custom-made
I got boats and I got planes, I'll take your ass on a parade
Money in the fuckin' bank, I'm livin' the dream
Got a chain so fat, it's a hunnid ton stream
Oiled up, that bitch machine gon' go to the fuckin' extreme
Feel the machine bitch, I'm supreme, fuckin' your bitch is my routine, yeah yeah
