Mic Stand 2 (feat. Bástian)

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Up in the street I see 'em
They panic, needa' dip
Only way to live, drip
Something gotta give
Hundreds gotta grip
Homie kick flipped
On the cold get-sick
Bitch, get kicked
I got me some checks
Rocking on sum chucks
Grab em by the neck
Step on heads crush
Stacked on last rush
System malfunction
Faint line with paint brush
And a switch blade puncture
Rich with a mismatched sock and
Bitch they gon' listen to me no soft
On a leash to the list with the summer (flavour)
Track list, ain't release it, bummer (later)
Something in return like a favor
Off these beats and doodles that I made up
I'm not a debater
Talk to me or Bastian, it's a fade
Talking over while we educate em
No credit, it's cash
Bodies is stacked
Mobbing in black
Put in the work and then locking the lab
Hang in the back
Throat and she gag, it's facts
No cap, it's matte
The paint job and instrument, pack
Got it, i bought it and sold it in practically
Flipped it for double finesse
Why would I ever wanna settle for less?
Give it a rest
Feel like i got Kanye West glasses
Or wearing a mesh
I'm walking a mess
If I'm so foul where the ref?
Y'all seem so pressed when i laugh
Squeaking on me like some rats
Brushing off me, let some pass
Just cause I don't mean to brag
If I just don't release carefully
'Offspring' then I won't get arrested
Que?

Muhfuckers is nasty, pull up we blastin'
Up in the ghetto muhfuckers be trappin'
Up in the city muhfuckers be classy
Distant reality, silicone valley
Bless, rest
This is American history x
Bless, rest
My mind is fucked and i gotta confess
Bless, rest
Im'a just flex
Blood stains in my shirt
On the train with a smirk
No blame on the fame
Cobain when I'm hurt
Switch lanes and I swerve
Thru the rain and the dirt
Like Blaine in the game
Coltrane with the fur
No shame when I blurt
They saying I'm the worst
Quit playin with my name
Bird Mane with the skrr
Got k's in the purse
I stay with the work
Get off my case
When I'm racing the hearse
I don't be selling my soul
I be counting all this dough
I be fucking on your hoe
I be turning up the show
You talking bread I'm talking loaves
You talking birds I'm talking doves
This shit on fire, drop and roll
On my neck is hella gold
I jus fucked I'm wearing robes
Stick and move em on the road
I keep on adding hella o's
Eyes rolled back no questions asked
Nails all black impressions fast
Got that ma with precious ass
Class of 69 I fucking passed

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