Vices Michael Aristotle (Ft. JID)

[Chorus: Michael Aristotle]
Lights please, lights please
Mic check, mic please
Vices, vices
Dices roll with ease
Nose bleed, no sir
Court side, sight please
Court side, game time
Bless me I might sneeze
Ayy, ay, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok

[Verse 1: Michael Aristotle]
Came from my name I come from the land
East side east side yeah that where I stand
Making my name my claim is the man
Some shit has changed but never the plan
Do what I want, you do what you can
I was in Venice two feet in the sand
Look at my seats I'm glad I can plan
Young and I’m handsome it runs in the fam
Family ay
Im love [?] so Jim Jones with that reppin' time
Talk shit she get stomped on, I'm a cute dog when it’s steppin' time
New bottle of Hen dark, tilt head back and take a shot
These chains are off chain that's beat 'cause I break the lock
Mamma moved to New York, went back to smoking them Newport's
My nigga see trap system holding him back and he doing court
Ain't nobody rap me happy I'm tryin' to change it and you notice
I got some women that say that they love me if you asked them hoes they won’t know where my show is
That shit is fake, you don’t know me homie
I want some bread, some macaroni
Build a castle be a fucking prince
My Cinderella it don't exist
No love for me on some hopeless shit
Me magic, hocus pocus, been living all face so alone hard to cope with, still a nigga make these hits don’t flinch