Mike Vick Action Bronson & The Alchemist

[Chorus]
When you down the people kick you
When you up the bitches lick you
Chill dogs, don't wanna have to Michael Vick you
Stash the work inside the asshole of a pit bull
This getting money shit is simple

[Verse 1]
I got my hand like Mike Jack's glove, lungs filled with bud
Gold bullets in the snub, old and Jewish on the rug
Young and Spanish on my bitch, quick to vanish on the pricks
In the drop six cockpit, hammers getting lift
Bite beef that was aged inside the basement
Smoke a floral arrangement baby I'm dangerous
The silver soup spoon is gracious
Place it on your tongue and taste it
Numb your face like the bass did
Cash we slidin' in, they always call me safe kid
Lou Brock, blue drop like a spaceship
Who's hot, you not, you just basic
Lace you up just like my favorite pair of Asics
Winter time switch the climate warmer
Also change the type of music that I'm rhyming over
My bitch thick like Jon Lovitz
Pure virgin blooded blonds with the guard covers