作词 : Michael Goode Jr.
作曲 : Michael Goode Jr.
Hotter than a sauna,got more bucks
Got more white than a b***h named Madonna
Lil' nig',come check my status
Mike ain't never been avarage
I'll make it happen,give me a bag Im'ma pack it
When I get mad,my chain get pissed
When I'm sad,my ears shed tears
Been in the game through years
It's takin' a while,cause' I'm pure
I'm better then them,I'm sick,no cure
Niggas have no fear, Rick Ross
My pants make me look like a pyromane'
Two bands,it's been two minutes
My music make monеy,slide
When I leavе,b*****s go suicide
When I got in the game,I got crucified
I'on take no handouts nigga
Why you got your hand out nigga?
I'm flyer then any bird
You focused on b*****s,bruh,get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
Almost put the hoe on a strechin'
Got five missed calls,won't text her
Lil' shawty always been extra
They saw what I drive,no Tesla
I run this gang,come,catch up
Step on summa',ply' that pressure
Niggas mad, but I can't help 'em
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log,no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad cause' I get money
Leave my house,they tryna' jump me
This no live,this a sad,true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul,like Rick And Morty
These niggas be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit,cause I'm 20 in the 2020
Movin',workin' that Challenger
While your b***h givin' break from the passenger
Niggas can't keep up with me, unless I let 'em
He gon' trust that b***h,unless I tell him
Promise your homie,is not your real homie
You think that's your real homie?
Than go head' and test him
Take her on a trip,put it on her lip
Watch out, young niggas got drip
I got some babymamas tryna' strip
I got some young niggas tryna clique
Was homies,now you below me
It's funny, that p***y can make niggers phoney
It's funny that money can make niggas homie
Hold on,but like I said the Balen' OG
All of the niggas got beats, they eat, yeah
Mike Dimes don't doin' no feats
Before one time,I slide G3
Yeah,my whip don't got no keys
Yeah,my b***h ain't got no weed
All my niggas throw up belt
But this shit no lost,this shit low-key
I get bag,I get it back
I give it back,I give it back
And I won't trip,cause' I'm never lackin'
I get a brick,and I make it a fraction
I get it lit,I'll make it lit
I get it lit,I get a linny'
Ain't no ma' gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn to Ricky,that's on god
These niggas be fraud, these niggas don't rob
These niggas be talkin' all that cap
These niggas be Timmy, these niggas ain't with it
I send him the addy',he get out the map
I come thru' quick,come thru' quick
You make fans relapse
This Glock my fan,this b***h gon' clap
I feel like Nav,I'm tap,tap,tap
Im'ma just tap
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log,no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad cause' I get money
Leave my house,they tryna' jump me
This no live,this a sad,true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul,like Rick And Morty
Gang