IV
Mach Hommy Lyrics
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Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice for all that drip
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me a invoice for all that drip (that bread)
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit (I bet)
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
For all that (uh-huh)
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me the invoice for all that shit (uh-huh)
I bet we can pinpoint all that drip
Then we can enjoy all that grip (my nigga)
Send me the invoice (okay)
Too much resin, resin, not enough bredrin
Too much 77, not enough 7
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Too much dereliction, nosedives for the reppin'
Shoot a Mac .11, take a boat rise on the jet
And do a chapter seven, chapter eleven
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
Supposed, allegedly
I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin'
Serrano, ham leg, hangin' in the window
Arrested Development Mr. Wendal
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
Kiko, blicko, Sicko
Or catch me at no awards ceremony
Perish the hegemony horse feathers homie
Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
Never phony, relish the testimony
And I began to riot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Bend we don't break, swing we don't miss
We just might might be okay, the same voltage
Hold the charge like the phone lit
No regards for the bullshit
Who all in? Who got the cards flipped?
Who on shit, who get the target split
Who on your marksman's bad side
Going in landmines, don't count steps
The old chest said it's about time
Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
We know death, alright let's go left
Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
Niggas remember them camp fires
I dip when they capsize
And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead
You really dead, but we still ahead
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill
Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
The quality thorough, ill
It's all I could spill
There's more I could do
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
In Mach Hommy's song IV, the artist reflects on the opulence and luxury that comes with fame and fortune. He requests for the invoices of all the expensive things that he and his crew have purchased, including drip (high-end clothing) and grip (money). He claims that they can pinpoint all the expensive things they have bought and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
The second half of the song takes on a more confrontational tone as Hommy addresses his enemies. He uses various metaphors to describe his enemies and their intent to harm him, including "landmines" and "target split." Despite the threats, Hommy remains confident in his ability to overcome challenges and emerge victorious. He ends the song by reflecting on the limitations of his words and expressing a desire to do more.
Overall, IV is a commentary on the highs and lows of success. Hommy celebrates his wealth and power while acknowledging the dangers and challenges that come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Requesting the bill for the fancy lifestyle and flaunting luxury goods
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Confident in finding out the source of wealth and revealing the truth
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
After figuring out the source of wealth, taking advantage of it and benefiting from it
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit (I bet)
Expressing certainty in finding the truth behind the riches
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Taking advantage of the revealed wealth for personal gain and enjoyment
Too much resin, resin, not enough bredrin
Possessing too much weed without enough friends or connections
Too much 77, not enough 7
Having too much failure without enough success
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Reflecting on the impact of music on people's emotions and the power of a gun to cause harm
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
Secretive people would miss important details
Pressure on me, never lonely
Feeling the weight of responsibility and never feeling alone
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Having a few bullets left and having already made some people suffer
It's all I could spill
This is all I am willing to share with the listener
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Ramar Bego
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