Got Myself Poppin Faze Miyake (Ft. Wiley)

[Verse 1: Faze Miyake]
Bill up the loud and I take a hit
Pour up a cup and I take a sip
Hit the stu and I make a hit
Game in my hand, man I take the piss
Baddie on me and she making hints
Chasing this money and I make it quick
It's a marathon, not a sprint
Now I can laugh at the days I was skint
'Cause I was putting weed in cling, even when I had a 9 to 5
And most of this game is fake and I ain't nuttin like these guys
They say I sound like the truth, well I do not like to lie
I'll probably be fucking shit up even when I'm like 95

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I've been doing this since '94
And my gyal don't want me to wear a condom, guess why? 'Cause she likes it raw
Topcat stylе when I slide indoors
For the D, shе's catting
I come t'ru, do the job, no chatting
I told her "I'm gonna do this Crack City label with my own backing"
Racks on racks on racks
Tracks on track on tracks
If I call my old school plug for the Cali', it's gonna be packs on packs
Man draw for the Grey Goose on ice
Bring 'em on back to back
When it comes down to the riddims, we're giving 'em slaps on slaps