Wasted Talent

Intro: [Mac Mall]

Yeah though, it's the M-A-C y'all

Young M-A-C Mall yaknow what I'm sayin'?

From the Five-Tre-Five crew

Str8 Crestsider, (fa sure)

but I'm in the house wid my niggaaa,

Big Syke from Thug Lige bitch,

Ya know what I'm sayin'?

And it's going down like this...

Verse 1: Mac Mall

Wasted talent, wasted time, wasted minds

Suckas givin' up wid out trying

Satisfied wid ya grind

Farakhan lacin' soldiers everyday but you blind,

Ya best to beware, of this shit called minimum maximum

Cause all the hustlas is catching 'em,

From Crestside to L.A.

Cutty niggas can't dodge no case

Should dodge the bullet, when it's your face,

And I really don't know wid the mell on the glow

But I fits to get it all before the two triple O

Like Feddie and Big Row,

Hennessy so let's toast for my peo-ples

And all the playas and pard-ners that ain't here

For my factors and my folks wid a million years

Wid no chance to appeal,

I know ya thinkin' that it's to real

But playboy this the shit when ya lust for skreel

But if ya get it... huh ya won't look back

Be a certified star wid ya own dope track

No tapes and CDs, just zips and Os

And a faulty fan club known as the po-pos

You won't last long,

So for ya, grand finale

They ship ya ass off to the, fedaralies,

Ya know....

Hook: Big Syke

You got to use what you got,

And do ya best, no time to waste

Don't waste your talent life is full of stress

Verse 2:

A one track mind on the street still sellin' yay

Advance and dance to romance the game everyday

Some niggas do sixteen trife bringin' wifes back

My homie caught four kis, body bags, fat sacks

How many 'vances can you get from the fools that you work wid?

How many chances you gon' get, from niggas in yo click?

By any means for the greens is necessary

A stack off obituaries, and listen to cemeteries

Wid a name in the street fame, mo' game

Wid out the dope game, cocaine, insane

How many lives can I live in this shit

Money spent for ya blueprint laid by the government,

Ghetto superstars yard rims made hard

Pullin' hoe cards from the block to the boulevard

Checkin' my traps gettin' right wid my paper work

Been in the corner on Daytonas do a little dirt,

I lost locs through the City of Angels

At the burial no star spangled

I got a new angle....

Hook(2x)

Verse 3: Big Syke

Every corner I turn, brothers holdin' on

What you waitin' on?, don't postpone, you gotta roll along

Sometimes if ya crew ain't true,

Who's catchin' up on things already passed due,

Look at Jack big ten quarterback,

Now he's on crack he said he can't turn back

How you gonna act when the future slaps you in yo face?

Wish you was in another place, steady pace,

Is how I'm going you ain't knowin' how it really is,

Givin' drugs to the thugs and the little kids

Smokin' sticks spendin' time barely gettin' by,

Didn't even try, to busy gettin' high,

World don't owe you, me or nobody else

It's cold for sure, so do for self

Let somebody else wonder and disbelieve

What you could achieve,

Don't waste your talent, like Joe

A basketball pro,

He'll only be a pro in the ghetto,

Cause he prolong, still wrong procrastinated,

So many waited, they wasted they talent

Hook(2x)