Tropical Island RMC Mike

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[Intro]
Huh?
Huh? Ayy, look
[Chorus]
No hate, we stoppin' the crisis
They wanna know who poppin’ the nicest
You coppin' more, we droppin' the prices
I wanna move to a tropical island
Let the top back and feel a breeze
You love or hate me, ain’t no in between
Look at me now, I'm a living dream
I'm gettin' paper, you can't intervene
[Verse 1]
I'm talkin' palm trees with my toes in the sand
Even though I just smoked, I'm finna roll up again
Life full of choices, you just chose not to win
I make my own pape’, you can’t control what I spend
But I'll blow it all ’cause I'm cut like that
She kind of young, I ain't know she could fuck like that
I went and got a backend and I rushed right back
These niggas scared to tap in, ain't rough like that
Somebody take me overseas with it
I’m comfortable, park the car, leave the keys in it
When you really put in work, you achieve different
I'm knockin' niggas off the game, here's your eviction