Crack Head YN Jay & RMC Mike

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
Hey

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Fiend lives matter, I need a crackhead
Finna bust my bitch pussy open like a blackhead
Dude wanna fight, I hit his neck with a flathead
Tell promoters that I need it now, fuck a backend
I'm upfront with it
Nigga said he want some smoke, got his lungs injured
Lethal weapon, .308 got a drum in it
I be dancin' in the pussy, havin' fun in it
Fat nigga with the moves, watch me hit road
Gold spokes on a Chevy, this a six-four
You gotta see me in this bitch, it came fishbowl
The plug pulled up with some Act' and got his rent poured
This the end zone
Touch down with that shit, wе gon' make a ticket
Gucci apron on in the kitchеn like I'm makin' biscuits
One shot, man, my aim terrific
My city fucked up, but I'ma aim to fix it
Two-hundred-dollar steak, bitch, my plate exquisite
You like your shit well done, well, I ate it different
The way I rap got labels trippin'
You gotta put your people on, nigga, make a difference
I play roles, but I hate commitment
Shit, your breath stink like you ate some chitterlings
My head fucked up, need to take some Ritalin
Bitch, I live at the bank, you just made a visit