Lyrics:
imma drop out
I told her eat it up
A nigga got moves like mike but I'm feeling like mike but Im feeling Tyson the way that I beat it up
Man I'm tryna
alive my nigga still breathing my nigga I’m always find a way to get by my nigga Get my mama out the hood good times my nigga
Cops lookin 4 meh tryna
hurt like I'm Mike Bease
Like I'm Mike Bease
I can really save me, them questions I ask daily
My mind been racing lately
Them failures will not take me,
reasons
My instinctive seasons
That command, keep marching
That command keep bleeding
Out your heart, mind, and soul
Even though it's so shallow
But
Mind on my money
Money on my mind
I'm a real nigga bitch raised by his mom
Run up on this load, I'm a let it fly
I'm a hit the road, look up in
Club packed up me and my people on the weekend
They’re pouring out pools, but Mike is staying out the deep end
Yo we tend to draw lots of envious
Stepping out in something fly, I'm that guy
Bad chick rollin, sitting by my side
Wood grain tipping, but I'm far from pimpin'
Man of the year Scottie
cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
I'm spaced out dog, I be on that moon talk
Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk
I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more
I stopped
mind right b,
Telling stories Mike foley,
When you lying say sike b,
I ain’t worried bout a Rollie,
I need a check like Nike
step aside, ha!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer,
prepare them like Mike[00:38.35]And they just like the other Mike, ready to bite[00:41.05]I don't let shit slide cause aint no bitch aint
can't touch
Run back and they can't rush, imagine dat shit
Jay Dee's dreams is plastic
I'm tired of stretchin' money out like elastic
Drastic measures we
the way I boogie
My fake ass friends want to hang out tonight
I'll tell ?em follow me then I'll ditch ?em at the light
I see ?em at the club
surrounded by the bulls**t I feel like a island
Where this s**t hiding? (Where this s**t)
Oops! I forgot my wallet
Always on go ain't no stopping
My mind
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard
compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
hit'em with the good praise
Stop by Krispy Kreme for the good glaze
Yeah
I just got some butt last night
And I'm feeling oh so right
Tell mike to grab
not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who didn't get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn't rust
And beat is a must, and we
getting sued by women who didn't get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn't rust
And beat is a must, and we shouldn't lust
But we do, I'm
this is that
In fact, Dookie introduced at a show
About a year or so ago, I don't know, mind slips me
I'm in the southern states, you know where all
and doubt
So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves
On out and free my scalp
I need to free my mind, a puff at a time
I'm up all the time, I'm up
the block back
On my grind all the time
We building wealth on the climb
Keep in mind
Buy it brick by brick
Maintain same thang this my lick
Buy it house by
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