Chillin' in da club in my hamburger stance
My hoody on and a big mac in my pants
I'm fresh to death

{Steve}:
I'm starving to death, eat to impress
hungry for real homie, eat to kill
I'm the fattest for real, I was blessed with skills
The number 6 and my necklace still
I'm a threat for real
I come at nigga's mac's(big macs) for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I done gained my respect 'cause I'm extra big
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for mac's you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw dem fries you gonna testify
Fa da extra shit, get an extra meal
If you have extra food just expect to die
I'll put a hole in ya head 'cause I eat bread
And my lawyer Ronold McDonald, an old head
Clappin' da pound, we ain't pattin' 'em down
And I stay strapped man, I got my gat on me now

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Chillin' in da club in my hamburger stance
My hoody on and a big mac in my pants
I'm fresh to death

{Steve}:
I get it chompin' on the block like a b-boy
Its 2 for 1 sale so you get one freeboy
You can take a couple of burgers and get a kilo
If you try to take what I got or stick me boy
See boy, tryna fuck around with me boy
The wrist like a fuckin' bitch
With no c (condom) boy
I'm a f boy, get smoked by da 3 boy
Coke with the number 3 boy, got macs and da E boy
Me boy, I'm about to take da industry ova
Like for war we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched
burgurs cats pretend to be McDonold, pretend to be Wendy Pretend to be Arbys, pretend to be hot
But all dat pretendin' gonna eventually stop
And da fatties gonna eventually pop
'Cause all da real thugs in a box
Or penitentiary OC
VIP lookin' like a penetentiary block when I'm

{Chorus}[2x] -Chillin' in da club in my hamburger stance
My hoody on and a big mac in my pants
I'm fresh to death