[Intro: MIKE]
How you tryna say it's not enough?
Got me upset
Uh
[Verse 1: MIKE]
How you tryna say it's not enough? Got me upset
I smoke a lot bud, how I knew a lot of love left
It's not a lot of us, gotta prove, ain't lot of trust left
I'm my father's son, I gotta poof, gotta thug less
There's a God above, seen lot of roofs on lot of sunsets
What I'm not in touch is obstacles and lot of bust-heads
I be knotted up, he not the dude, it's lot of Funk Flex
They tryna copy us, they not as smooth, he tryna jump steps
They tryna body us, my poppa moved, I had to come next
Got my body up from droppin' rules, I had to confess
I was not in tune, droppin' juice I hadn't drunk yet
Bless, droppin' jewels I hadn't thunk yеt
Where I slept is whеre the callous grew, with rats and bunk beds
For my breath, I gotta travel through, laughed so much, dread
For the bread, niggas crashin' too, we havin' much
Yeah, it's death for a tragic few, we had it tucked, yeah
[Verse 2: Sideshow]
Where my UK niggas called a pack food, that's truth
Ain't my mans, then I'ma tax you
If you got problems, we can take this shit back to 9th grade
Used to go body inside the bathroom
But these days we fightin' bodies, so, nigga, act cool
Spank that man for my honor then I got the tattoo
We ain't missin' when we walk down
If we do we double-back too
Rappin' easy when you talkin' factual
Must be hard to write a rap when you gotta make this shit up
I been out here in these streets
You got some time to get yo' pen up
My akh in the pen stuck, doin' chest and chin-ups
Cupid don't shoot arrows, just .223s
Fell in love with the block, concrete
And when the money touch my hand feel like the block love me
I ain't geekin' for cheeks, I'm tryna touch me some breesh
And split it with my dawg Mike B, yeah
How you tryna say it's not enough?
Got me upset
Uh
[Verse 1: MIKE]
How you tryna say it's not enough? Got me upset
I smoke a lot bud, how I knew a lot of love left
It's not a lot of us, gotta prove, ain't lot of trust left
I'm my father's son, I gotta poof, gotta thug less
There's a God above, seen lot of roofs on lot of sunsets
What I'm not in touch is obstacles and lot of bust-heads
I be knotted up, he not the dude, it's lot of Funk Flex
They tryna copy us, they not as smooth, he tryna jump steps
They tryna body us, my poppa moved, I had to come next
Got my body up from droppin' rules, I had to confess
I was not in tune, droppin' juice I hadn't drunk yet
Bless, droppin' jewels I hadn't thunk yеt
Where I slept is whеre the callous grew, with rats and bunk beds
For my breath, I gotta travel through, laughed so much, dread
For the bread, niggas crashin' too, we havin' much
Yeah, it's death for a tragic few, we had it tucked, yeah
[Verse 2: Sideshow]
Where my UK niggas called a pack food, that's truth
Ain't my mans, then I'ma tax you
If you got problems, we can take this shit back to 9th grade
Used to go body inside the bathroom
But these days we fightin' bodies, so, nigga, act cool
Spank that man for my honor then I got the tattoo
We ain't missin' when we walk down
If we do we double-back too
Rappin' easy when you talkin' factual
Must be hard to write a rap when you gotta make this shit up
I been out here in these streets
You got some time to get yo' pen up
My akh in the pen stuck, doin' chest and chin-ups
Cupid don't shoot arrows, just .223s
Fell in love with the block, concrete
And when the money touch my hand feel like the block love me
I ain't geekin' for cheeks, I'm tryna touch me some breesh
And split it with my dawg Mike B, yeah
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