Michael Knight

[Intro] Yeah Lames catch feelings, we catch flights Scoodododododododododoo Yeah Racecars and weed jars, nigga [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in your face Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case You know I'm bowtie 'til I die Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us We break it off like an engagement gone bad I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, miss me? No, you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit, miss me Tryna claim Spitta name, tryna be Miss Me All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery You only around because my spot is where you wish to be Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl Let me be the first to say it's not that easy I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even [Hook x2] Michael Knight (x7) Scoodododododododododoo [Verse 2] And the view from the rocking chair improves But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne Endo get rolled up like car windows Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows The wind blow and change, and I am not mad All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool [Hook x2]