[Intro]
I been so stressed out lately, n***a, you don't even know the half of it (Stress)
Get  the dread on the line, said, "I need smoke, n***a, bring me a half of it" (Ayo, dread)
I  got a little bit of shit from Cookies left but I'm 'bout to smoke the last of it (Roll up)
Hol' up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(RICKY!)
Uh 

[Chorus]
I  been so stressed out lately, n***a, you don't even know the half of it
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (Free brodie)
I  just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Whip)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it (Cap)
Got my bag up, I'm in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothin' (Hah)
Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Haah!)
This  shit is easy as a free-throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don't bag nothin' (I don't bag nothin')
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jewelers, spent a n***a' rap budget (Haah)

[Verse]
I ain't goin' for shit, I ain't hearin' it (No)
If I gotta up it, I'm clearin' shit (Brr)
VS on my bustdown, it's clear as shit (Hah)
You n***as all know what's up and who year it is (Woo)
You n***as can't fuck with me, period (Uh uh)
She wanna fuck on her period (What?)
I'm like, "Bitch, you can't be serious"
New Lambo truck and I'm steerin' it (Skrrrrt)
I showed a lot of n***as love
But that same love never get reciprocated (Uh uh)
Even when I put n***as in position, helpin' n***as get situated (I did)
Change your whole livin' situation (I did)
But that's just what real n***as do (Uh uh)
If you my bro, you know I'll take the shirt off my back
And I'll give it to you (Facts)
You gotta watch 'em, it's always a n***a you love that be stealin' from you (Cap)
I looked in the mirror and I said, "Machine, ain't nobody that's realer than you" (Woo)
My lil' brother upstate
It's money on his phone when he wanna call home
Told him he ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Got a bag waitin' when my boy home (Cap)
Keep my brother Goose with me
Everyday he flyest, n***as in Dior Homme (I see you, n***a!)
I ain't gon' change with my n***as (No)
No, not for no fame or no bitches, no (No)
I took a loss, n***as thought I was broke
When I needed n***as, them n***as ain't show
I had to get it the best way I know
I just reminded myself I'm the GOAT
Now every ball, I get straight off the boat (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...)
Gold on my neck like I'm still sellin' dope
If I only see you when I got a show
You ain't really my n***a, and that's how I know
Fake love, fake love (uh), I don't do the fake love, uh (Uh huh)
Talkin' down behind my back (What)
Nah, homie, that ain't love (Talk to 'em!)
I just did another show, uh (woo), filled another safe up, yeah (A million)
Take the stick on tour, uh (hah), all my n***as Drac'd up, yeah (Brr)
Look, I just stayed down and I levelled up
Look how I'm stackin' my cheddar up
VS the bezel up, got all my n***as
We standin' on couches and we fuckin' rappers up
Bitches can't hear that Maybach engine revvin' up
I ain't gon' fuck if she average or regular
I make a call, brodie creepin' his FN up
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors (brrrr), yeah (Talk to 'em!)
I make a call, brodie creepin' his FN up (Uh, uh, uh, uh!)
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors, yeah
[Interlude]
Machine, bitch
Yeah, look what I became, n***a, hmm
Look what y'all n***as made me
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(RICKY!)

[Chorus]
I been so stressed out lately, n***a, you don't even know the half of it (The half)
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (Free the brodie!)
I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it (I got it all!)
Got my bag up, I'm in this Raf bucket (hah), I'm from the hood, I never had nothing (I never had shit!)
Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Hahahaha!)
This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don't bag nothin' (You do bag up?)
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jeweler's, spent a n***a' rap budget (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)

[Outro]
Yeah
You fuck n***as can't fuck with me, n***a
I'm the realest n***a I know, n***a
Ask n***as
Ask n***as how I give it up, n***a
I got to be the realest n***a in this shit
Know I mean?
I ain't never switched up on the bros
You know what I mean?
Teflon love for all my n***as that's solid
Yeah
Rick Hyde
It was time, baby
We got these n***as in a chokehold right now, n***a
Yeah, gone