Let the Mic Drop

Gotta grow, plant, and nurture more seeds
We let the mic drop
Gotta grow, plant, and nurture more seeds
We let the mic drop
Gotta grow, plant, and nurture more seeds
We let the mic drop
Let the mic drop…
I guess everythin is changed
To be a gangster now
All you need is a necklace or a chain (chain, chain)
I guess dey all just out for fame
Plus the weed dey smokin on
It’s like it’s messin up dey brain (brain, brain)
What happened to the game?
All the men just look like girls
Real Gs just ain’t the same (same)
Mumbling their raps
Got the kids all entertained
Takin pictures of their money on the gram
Makin it rain (rain, rain)
Sayin you’re the king of South
You rule and dat’s cool
But have you bought your mum a house? (Hahaha)
Just 'cause your gun is in your pouch
Don’t mean you rule little fool
Put your tongue back in your mouth (mouth, mouth)
How can you brag about your gun?
With no pain in your eyes it’s like you’re doin it for fun
You got the game all twisted
Right now you’re movin all dumb
If fake could go on scales
You would weigh about a ton
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
(Off-spring but these are our seeds we let the mic drop)
Kill these MCs
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
(Truth be told I still feel these MCs)
Kill these MCs
Link in the bio
DMs from the bando
Explanation of radio station gentrification
Volume turn down
86 are uppers
Juvenile nutters
Sick-sick over sickly do the math
If we add 410 with 150
That’s five hundred and sixty (Young army!)
Certain tips don’t easily fit
UK drill doin bits (Dun know)
Before 6ix7 there was 57
1st pillars, 1st spinners, 1st drillers
Older dumb ones
You know dem ones dem
South of the Thames
Them mens that birthed these skeng trends (Gang!)
I am, Bronx to Brixy
Really from Harlem (Uh!)
NYC, see, I am really from Harlem (Oooh owww)
10−10 trade corn for bread
Peddle pebs on peds
Soon mash mash (mash) on feds
YGs put the blame on me
Said it was G. I. double G and PDC
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
(Off-spring but these are our seeds we let the mic drop)
Kill these MCs
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
(Gotta grow, plant, and nurture more seeds we let the mic drop)
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
(Truth be told I still feel these MCs)
Kill these MCs
London music has come up
We talk’n man like HiJack, Demon Boys, London Posse
All that early early early stuff
G. I. double G and PDC
We let the mic drop
And we killed these MCs
Off-spring but these are our seeds we let the mic drop
I blame them not
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Let the mic drop (drop, drop)
Kill these MCs
(Kill these MCs)
Off-spring but these are our seeds we let the mic drop
Gotta grow, plant, and nurture more seeds we let the mic drop
Truth be told I still feel these MCs