Mic Check

[Intro] [Hook x2] Mic check, two one two, bitch Realest young nigga in the room, shit Heard that my back not groomed bitch Late, but I still leave soon, quick Fuck up out my way Ya'll niggas throwing shade But your iTunes got Chris Travis tapes Bucking young nigga in a city full of fakes I'll do a nigga bad I'll want to catch a case [Verse] Pussy nigga shut the fuck up Only time you up [is] when your ass waking up I'm making cake while you niggas caking up I'm getting baked from the dawn till the dusk I'll pull a nigga back Leave him chained to a truck These niggas whack But some fans in a buzz My flow crack You don't got to pay for drugs My world deep But my pain is the love I just really really want to blow me a dub I just really really want to smoke me a blunt These niggas fake man, these niggas cunts I don't play with them, eat them up like a runt Say it to my face and your face get stomped Step out of place Better know where your from Come up to my plate, better have your funds And I don't want a little Bitch, I want the whole sum [Hook] [Outro]