Lyrics:
I ever make it in time for my mom
'Cause for my Nan I was too late
I was driving back from a gig
In manny no way can't forget that day
Mom rang me
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming
cut the fucker out inside SKiT's laboratory
Take significantly more molly just because I can
Take some Bennies and get visited by the SKiTTYMAN
Man I
for real)
Fumbled Katie Cooper you're a loser
I'm talking shit on your name I might start a rumor
cndre's fat he's a consumer
clways blurting out
the sake of the baby
I helped when she stressed
Trying my best to keep our heads level
Be present but appaz I'm "only
In it for the sex"
Enough's enough
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
the door
I want the rain to fall down and I'm askin' for more
Ridin' on the roof with a dollar sign
Attached to my head, head, head, head, head, head
The sucka dropped a diss we did our shit why would i lie
Get pissed off and wanna drive by
Get fullys more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that n***a
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)
(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
a switch, oh, yeah
He running fast pulled a skit
I heard that young nigga fumbled with the bag
Remove his brains from out his fucking head
Just don't tweak
with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin
I'm hella strong,
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
I'm going M.i.a, baby I don't care
All these rappers lame
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
Yeah, I'm going M.i.a
M.i.a
I'm going M.i.a, baby I don't care
All these rappers lame
to get out this pickle
Seems to me I'm surrounded
By a bunch of dimes and nickels
Muthafucka Jones
Man I really tried to make a team
Gullible for
think I'm not in
The field still pulling skit's
Big Benz sliding through the set
I love to drag race
Niggas love to speak on the gang
But be in last
makes
Sellin' crack viles like pancakes
To baseheads just like the one
That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix
He spent his last 80 cents
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
this script, turn the next page
Twitch got boxed by you know who
Shh got splashed in the B side too
Beef for gyal, neeky crew
Should've beef when I took
all the sliding for me
Gang ties, off the waistline, hella quick
Crash dummies be irrelevant when
We be nailin' shit
I been on hella skit's, and I got
the bag, and laid out the skunk
Then I took a long pull, it was hype, oughta sight
She ran into the bedroom so I cracked my pants for head room
Later,
by the street stories get double crossed
hands off I run with the torch
[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
put up or shut up
them punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is sick
For they skits and they scurges
Now I'm pimpin
uh
MIA uh
But it's been that way yeah
I'll be back for the summer
MIA uh
I've been MIA uh
But it's been that way uh
I'll be back for the summer ay
MIA
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