Mac Daddy (Tru's Reality)

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Them Apples don’t grow on trees

I want a Mac laptop, packaging so posh

Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box

Pretty as a picture but it ain’t all show

At 8 Ram deep I be running logic pro

To make my own beats dad

Keep me off the streets dad

An xbox, would even take a back seat

So please give me a job so I can stack that paper

‘Cause this is major

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Them Apples don’t grow on trees

Yo I’m saving for a laptop and looking for some work

5 bucks an hour and I’m willing to serve

Ain’t no job to UG, L to the Y

I’d do almost anything to make that Macbook fly

Yo I’ll teach you to cross it over

Then play chess all day with roses

I’ll take whatever you think is fair

Dad, I’d even braid Marley's hair

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Them Apples don’t grow on trees

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Something that can Jesus bring

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Them Apples don’t grow on trees

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac

Something that can Jesus bring

So you really want a Mac son?

Yea, sir

Use it for the people

You mean we got that soul side