chopper the don with it, i wrote lyrics,
they ain't grossing a million, liquid don't form an opinion,
i'm sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend,
sort of tommy lasorda,
the way i'm sorting these pitchers
pitchers whatever, fuck it my speech is off
weekend trip to wherever, only heaven is far
metaphors in every color, these indelible bars,
jordan 4 seated floorside sittin with mobs,
only fear is mediocrity,
every time i got a beat i feel like i don't gotta sleep,
you keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling
shot for all them shots coming out them beaks,
sort of like socrates and a prodigy
you can't kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer teams,
people fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin with you,
lyrically sup hmm, being generous too,
i remember a nigga demo just sit in a room,
made some moves, now i'm known to spit december to june,
rented a coupe – cool – met me a chick
always keep a rubber, word to telling your kids
if you gon do what you gon do, go handle your biz
or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill
for real, you real then i don't need to say it
it's something to be great, it's nothing to be famous.. btw, im mikeia:)
