Back on track and back on game. I put the bentley on the 4's and now im back on swang. Alot of people sneak dissin'(why?). but i dont care. cause imma' ice age, young money millionaire.
[Mike Jones]. I'ma, go getter, cash flow flipper. Straight from the jungle so call me a gorilla. I got cash but I stay grindin' for more figures. For the scrilla I'll move a brick quicker then the next nigga.
(*talking*). Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who). Mike Jones, Ballin Underground. From H-Town, to Funky Town. . [Hook: Thyra - 2x]. Dick, don't fail me now.
[Hook - 2x]. If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine. No if's and's or but's, bottom line. That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping.
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'. 5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys. See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'. Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys.
[Mike Jones - Talking]. What's my muthafuckin' name. Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, who?. Mike Jones, best rapper alive. SwishaHouse, SwishaBlast. Yeah!.
[Kyle Bent]. We deserve this life, we deserve this life. We deserve this life, we deserve this life. We deserve this life, we deserve this life. We deserve this life, we deserve this life.
chorus : (ya'll dont hear me though ) 8x. . 1 verse : on the corner posted chilling,. goons selling marijuana making millions,. im just a kid who wanna spit like a llama,.
Yo... PinkOmega. Yo PinkOmega. . [Chorus]. One bad chef In a kitchen full of dough. Three bad bitches with their hands on the stove. Making home movies with a hand full of stoges.
[Intro]. Queen Bitch yah shit shit is crazy you. Can't fuck with you. For real. They can't fuck with you. They can't fuck with you. What's wrong with ya'll bitches man.
(Shaggy 2 Dope). Got the hurt. What the hurt. Got the juice. Let's see you do it. . (Chorus). Come on just do it. Come on just do it. . Could you, would you.
[Intro]. Uh huh, yeah. Uh huh, yeah. Oh no (louder) oh no (louder). Uh huh, uh huh. . [Chorus]. (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it. (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them.
I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream. Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing. I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness.
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now. I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now. Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude. can't you'll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical.
[Intro]. Now tell her we gotta clean this whole spot out. I don't care who she got coming I need five chairs. Tell Elva give me a mint Hookah. Give me a couple a peach Cirocs.
Tell my mother I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt her. And even when I did I never meant to take it further. Tell my father I love him, dot dot etcetera.
Top down with the fresh cut. With A Baker through the speakers, "Best Of". A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up. Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up.
[Styles P:]. Dark forces, get on the level. Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil. Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing?. See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation.
Last night I heard a voice say I'll be getting it my own way. I think I'm falling off the deep end so I haven't been sleepin'. Last night I heard a voice in my head.
It go, off of my sabbatical. Took a few years cause Slaughter is what I had to do. Which only brings me to now and I ought to be a radical. I say that cause my autobiographical is more so just a graph of you.