Fake as fuck

Laid back ,chillin,im feelin the realism, of bein a go get'em ,cold wit'em,hustler with a cold rythm,strong wisdom,wit dark denim, long winded, my bitches,pure witted,with tight fitted,, dress splitter, up the middle big booty motherfuckers that can suck and whistle,have you thinking it like a miracle, spiritual, everyday ritual,

It's a everyday struggle, bein me, boots off ,laid back,lickin on my pom-pom,about to get my roll on,take a second glance, then i get my smoke on,feelin good as a motha fucker, ,I'm Ronnie Mac baby, im the only one making shit like this,turn up the speakers, ya,then I get the peaper,better play a slow song,

It's problematic, im back at it ,I continue rappin,with low static,,im wolf your the rabbit,a cold killa with good rythm,that can hang wit'em, throwing hands like a mad man ,tossing beer cans in trashcans

Yaa,you better understand, what it really means to be a grown man, rise and grind to stack them dividends, about hundred grand,soft touch with strong hands,good people,and better friends,im Ronnie Mac baby, now you can understand, im number one with these hits,im number one to your bitch,

Talk about being the fundamental, lyrical, number one artist with true critical, rhythmical,white boy ,Whistler, yessir