Up Until Then – Mack Maine

You see, every hustler got a story to tell
I know I do
You see, everybody think they got what it take to make it
A lot of niggas won’t make it
We made it
It’s that Rich Gang shit, and YMCMB shit
That get rich and get wealthy shit
Ain’t no other option for the mob nigga

Now I’m clutching on my toast while I’m riding in my ghost
And I’m puffing Cali’ smoke while I’m headed to the boat
Got two bad chicks with me
I’m bouta fuck ’em both
I remember when I was broke man I couldn’t fuck a hoe
YMCMB dawg you know I took the oath
I’m gettin’ bread by the loaf
And I get greeted like the Pope
That Louie V purse ain’t the only thing she tote
So you better use caution when you approach
Stay in line nigga
Ain’t no need to encroach
Break your legs player and have you runnin’ to your coach
I need to feel some fingers since God got a hand
And what’s a calendar when they say God’s got a plan?
I already know it’s part of your tradition and it’s part of your religion
When you’re brought up in conditions that’s considered hard to live in
So you’re addicted to the paper
And I ain’t Treach homie but I’m naughty by nature
Niggas try to erase you like you was born a mistake
And haters be like “Slow down on the gas, pump ya brakes”
Them niggas that ain’t fake I leave ’em floatin’ up a lake
Mow the lawn for the snakes, set a trap for the mice
I been heavy on the dice, I only sleep on my flights
My baby need shoes and my mama need lights
And my homie got life
Man in jail he got left so he lost all his rights
Now all I can do is just write
Tell him that he ain’t dead yet, he can live through me
And back to this crazy world, he can give through me
Fuck the world if they can’t adjust
I’ma keep flossin’
And since life’s a marathon I’ma run it for Boston
I’m in the garden, bumpin’ the best of Marvin
Food for thought for you niggas starvin’

Up until then I’ma be duckin’ behind the project building
Smokin’ that fire weed with the ghetto children
Plottin’ on a way that we can make a million (million)
Lord, up until then, I’ma be duckin’ behind the project building
Smokin’ that fire weed with the ghetto children
Plottin’ on a way that we can make a million (million)
Lord, up until then (up until then)