Miami Rap

[Verse 1: Lil Champ Fway] Chyuh', the ink from the pen leaks Flow keep it in sync, rhymes killing instinct Block the critics out cause they say some things to offend me Keep my head above water, remember that I been G Bars of the fury, fuck the cars and the jewelry Got the waves in my hair, so they calling me pretty We be all through the city, but still overlooked One of the flyest, you with your bitch, she still gonna look I got class tonight, yeah I might open books Quite nigga but I'm nice, probably ghost roach your hook Such a real specimen, there's no other pedestrian Touch you on your forehead, I'm just trying to bless you ma'am Hennessy is pouring, but ain't no world touring The club is getting boring, I just like recording I got on Michael Kors with my number ten Jordan's Too many niggas posing, I'm done with Ralph Lauren [Hook x2: Lil Champ Fway] My girl so bad, they like what is her name? Heavy in the game, I don't need a gold chain Might get so mean I make niggas go change They say we need to dumb it down but know we won't change [Verse 2: Phresh James] Still strolling in my Lack five, saving up stacks high Cruising under green lights, my future's that bright Tinted windshields ain't the eyesight, with or without the limelight Drop a bill on your Mrs., it's possible I might Short sleeves, white tee, simply that's me Shall we ? , let's get ? Here I go back in effect, hot grits flow Yes indeed, it's all in your chest, upchucking James My god what a mess, sneak's will leave you upset See that's so rotest, and there's more to me Gotta train your eyes, my music's too different? Well, time to change their minds Jedi Knight, ain't no sense in us switching sides Unless I'm walking tall in my bravo Jordan five's Dwayne Johnson, rock bottom it, Carol City providence Nintendo D.S.'ing it, I'm up on mine [Hook]