Mic Check

Mic check, two one two, bitch
Realest young nigga in the room, shit
Heard that my back not groomed bitch
Late, but I still leave soon, quick
Fuck up out my way
Ya’ll niggas throwing shade
But your iTunes got Chris Travis tapes
Bucking young nigga in a city full of fakes
I’ll do a nigga bad
I’ll want to catch a case
Pussy nigga shut the fuck up
Only time you up when your ass waking up
I’m making cake while you niggas caking up
I’m getting baked from the dawn till the dusk
I’ll pull a nigga back
Leave him chained to a truck
These niggas whack
But some fans in a buzz
My flow crack
You don’t got to pay for drugs
My world deep
But my pain is the love
I just really really want to blow me a dub
I just really really want to smoke me a blunt
These niggas fake man, these niggas cunts
I don’t play with them, eat them up like a runt
Say it to my face and your face get stomped
Step out of place
Better know where your from
Come up to my plate, better have your funds
And I don’t want a little
Bitch, I want the whole sum