Blind Spot 3200 Tre & RMC Mike

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
Come on, alright, huh
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I don't got no mind no more, I done lost my shit
You see a nigga with my watch, he cut off my wrist
I got a shirt with a collar, this my office drip
I had to get out here and see, nobody taught me this
I'm no one who buy this bag, nobody bought me this
I done ran out of dime, I'm finna call the fifth
I need a couple hoes around, I'm finna call the
Fifth I need all this shit
What the fuck is 10,000? I count real money
You would have got it if you asked. Why you steal from me?
I hear everything you saying. I just give
I don't give a fuck about your hair and nails. I got real money
Anything you supposed to have is going to come to you
She gon' be with me, she won't come to you
You ain't really my type of nigga, I can't fuck with you
Your bitch on my phonе mad that she stuck with you

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
All I'm seeing is a bag, I got tunnel vision
Upped thе Drakey out my pants, now I'm running with it
I play the game, I know exactly what comes with it
I'm out the way, just handling business that was unfinished
I'm playing with some big dawg like a Kane Corsa
Upped the FN and hit him in his main torso
I'm the first to do it, new chain came for a tone
Kinda glad I made it, I was raised in a poor home
I'm talkin' shit in different ways, I got four flows
We done bought they whole inventory, bitch, the store closed
Chase him down in the front door, this bitch a magnum
Presidential Rollie, white gold, it's not platinum
Room full of bad bitches like a pageant
I'm out the way just doin' shit you couldn't imagine