Lyrics:
trying to stay alive I must be dead wrong
It's like I'm trying to talk to god through my cellphone
Or trying to stay awake by singing a bed song
Mike At his tallest height, jumpin' over cities
Sippin' any liquor just to see it empty
Got a problem with me, boy, I got plenty
Mama need a mansion, got
Man these niggas act just like the Klux Hatin
On the path to increase my wealth 2Polar's on Odyssey,
Sometimes I get slick at the mouth like Chappelle,
I wake up
Sun creeps through the blinds
It's 2014 I was at my cousins at the time
Dropped out a couple months back
Tryna find my own path
At the same
hate it/ became an adult gettin so faded/ receivin topped by bitches like we was datin/ naw just a favor of bein serenaded/
It’s 2020/
Out to make
life, why stressing telling you how it had to be?
I learn to rest and not quit, when I'm tired from the hustle
Not scared to start over, bit by bit we
it might cost you
Future aint what it was, like mike cosner
Riding thru the city on bike, man i think i lost em
I know they watchin, tryna see how i
seeing, it wasn't to be
Three multiplied by 3.3
She turning cold so I turn up the heat
Kobe and Shaq, Mike and Scottie
All that I'm trying to get is
Everytime I hit the booth I let it bang
Mike Breen, uh
(Bang)
All green releases
And baddies in the bleachers
I'm hitting home runs
But I prefer Jack's pizzas
in front of me
That I don't wanna believe
Gimme one of these mikes
Lemme let em know
The way that it is is not how its gonna be
Not if we don't let em
the zone, and no question, stay "Dilated"
Understand, I exercise patience (right, right)
Respect my path, 'cause the road, these cats paved it (set it off)
to fuckin set me up - to get my ass jacked
But they don't know about Joseph Wayne
Physco path gangsta slash solider mayne
He's rides on niggas and disguise
running after You
Words and music by Mike Guglielmucci
© 2003 Planet Shakers Publishing
Administered by WORD Australia
bitches)
They shot him at his mom's crib
(Beefin' over bitches)
Mike snuffed his own dad
(Beefin' over bitches)
Thrown out his own path
(Beefin' over
I measure a soul by how many people they've made better
In the center of the storm ducking blows like mayweather
So they may weather
Any obstacle
Love the way of life
Cause I walked the path covered in shit, the talk is colored by it so
I pause for a bit, to catch what got lost in the pit
Imma
the hunger back
So tell us why you lie on all hoes you ain't a Thunder Cat
You try to justify lying
And you gon find out how it feels to get punched by Mike
the hunger back
So tell us why you lie on all hoes you ain't a Thunder Cat
You try to justify lying
And you gon find out how it feels to get punched by Mike
fuck with us
Yeah can't fuck with none of us
All of these ninjas and all
Of these bitches it's
Not a career path just more bad decisions
I've seen 'em
Rap game Jeff Van Gundy
Disgusted by the league I love
In rare form because I confronted
All the me’s I was
And told ‘em it was time to
Grow into the me
been sufficient
Back in time I was welcome to the table, reminiscent
I have direction, a clear path, but a bumpy road
Fear's telling me you can never
to me
I kneel by the bed and pray for breakthroughs. But, talk is cheap. I may just make moves
It's hard for me to wait for angels. And God can see
many signs of disaster on my roads traveled
Was born in St Patrick, so green was in my path and
Younger years I had passion, too much for them to handle
bond
I'm reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
What up
I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
And I'mma transport to a braisol and drop
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