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These hoes trippin' like banana peels 
Are rainin' up and down the road, uh
Pussy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
That bitch tryna get

niggas quick to squash beef
Back pedal dance like they Michael
Funny how them fat checks cashed by your mouth
Coming back to bite you
Pay attention

can't sleep (why)
Cause I got too much heat

I got too much heat so ima need some fans
Cooling off by waving around a couple bands
Ice on my wrists

I'm down
By the beach
I'm bad like Michael, forgetting the bleach
Sun tan, they bathing out
Pop out the fleets
Thinking you up with me (Sike)
Nah that's

violent traits
And if you moving funny, they gon' find you by the lake
Yeah, switch the flow up yeah that's light
Shyne C, I shine bright
I come alive in

come up
When You're getting all the bashin
Michael bars and me
Full of action

Never gonna stop 
Lovin all my tracks
Shoutout to people
That would always

High school reunion
High school reunion
High school reunion
Well...
Michael, like a lightbulb, flashed out with a spark
Used to burn so bright before it

to conceal  (gonna be) It's gonna be you

VERSE 2
I've tried to make it clear   I'm not all I appear
I look like I lost my way   Stranded by the road
I live

Got It Sewed Up

Mike Jones

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'

outside is an old graveyard
Try to escape but the car won’t start
You should have turned back like you were told
By the gas station guy down the road

insane
So much revenge in my veins
I might pop a set for the pain
Niggas. pulling me and I’m sinking
But I am Michael Phelps in that deep in
 My heart

up
Is your boy Mova u dig
Boomba

Ain't no time for me to catch trips
Traveling down a success road has never nice trip
Gotta motivate yourself

of ice they still Never will catch me slippin
Grab my helmet hit the road now I'm going down Pellissippi
Burning rubber like I'm scobe and I pop a wheelie

none of these hoes
Just got back from on the road
Just did a feature and taxed them on the low
Shorty wanna know the passcode to my phone
Told her it's

There's three things: greed, fortune
And fame
You might be happy but nobody know your name
The bacon got you squatting naked
By the razor fence
You

got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'

Approached by some ladies they lookin what
You get nothing not even a cut

Dancing like Michael it’s all just a cycle
I wake up and grind, nothing else on my

favour without campaign 
Michael that’s my name 
I’m at the peak of adventure
You know my name is AceMentor
Nothing is gonna distract me from the holy road

this shit straight wired i'll build an empire and keep going hire ian done yet
and we still on the road better stick to the code we gone move this shit

with me 
I been Michael Phelps with the flow I mean truthfully 
Moving by myself I'm alone like the wolverine

Wait woah 

Saif she wasn't into black

this life we live
When I use to watch my dogs fight just like Michael Vick

Yeah you don't know me homie but I ain't tryna dance in this bitch
Ain't by

one my new edition like Michael Bivins

I remember I didn't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm shitting a brick on my opposition
I don't dish to my niggas I

head like Michael Irvin
Making big moves. My suplex is German
Hit like Kurt Hennig. Bitch, I think I'm perfect
Shorty know I'm lit, like Prince in 86

two, bitches never knees
They'll never find you in them woods out in Evergreen
A long road, but I ain't get here by usin' luck
If you ain't throwin'