Turnin' Ur Back

Ay, what's happenin'? It's Mike D, nigga, 614 King, nigga, they all dead in my motherfuckin' head, volume one
DJ Miltik, nigga, hard life, nigga
It's a motherfuckin' Miltik discussion
I'm the one who gave you your first taste of paradise

Welcome to the hood
Don't think about it
Just think about it, baby
You really hard to think about it

Just think about it
Who was it the whole time
It was me
Look how you pay me back

Look how you turning your back on me
Look how you pay me back
Look how you turning your back on me
After everything I did for the hood, did for the streets, you would never ever find a real hood nigga like me

You did it in the city like Mikey you know of
Name a nigga going harder, and I bet you I'm colder
Everybody wanna rap like Lil Veezy or Hova
So as far as splitting out your little CD, it's over

Turned their back on a nigga, yeah, they gave me a shoulder
Scared, died, sold a kidney, I got on BZ
And I ain't switching nothing different
Wait a motherfucker minute, the realest rap on compact

Keep this motherfucker spinning, not inventing situations
Put my life on the line
After these cases, I'm taking back what's rightfully mine
And all that hating only means they got Mike on they mind

Should I show niggas the light
Niggas gotta be blind
Man, I can't explain the feeling
I be waking up feeling like I'm supposed to be rich

Where the fuck is my million
But still, life is a struggle
Gotta bubble, gotta hustle
Gotta call the right plays in my huddle

And niggas love to see you all in trouble
Skirts on all of my knuckles
To the Lord and to all of y'all, fuck you
And I ain't never told on a nigga, not a day in my life

That's one thing you can say about Mike
Discounts on everything
I ain't paying that price
I need it cheaper

Now I see it, man, I'm killing them
Nigga, when I tell you, I'm the greatest
Been convicted, been slated
Legendary, so the flow, it ain't dated

It ain't even been debated
Conversated about Mikey being the sweetest
Streets need him like these niggas need Jesus
And yeah, I'm the one you disrespect

They label me as a threat
So if you need me for a song, I need a check
And what could you expect
I come from nothing

And I'm tired of having none
It's only white that I touch
Y'all niggas something
Y'all got me fucked up

Yeah, this your boy, Young Addy
Fucking with a nigga, DJ Miltie, nigga
We been rocking like a cutoff stocking for a long time
The hottest motherfucking DJ in the Midwest

100
Fish a nigga
I'm watching y'all too, though
Try to figure, you try to read me out, nigga

See me out, nigga
Fuck you if you don't like it
Take my CD out, nigga
You ain't gotta listen to it

You chose to on your own
I can't make you do shit
Motherfucker, you grown
But now you gone

All that shit you on, you started feeling tough
I just hope you feel the same when I start to figure you up, bruh
Don't get me confused
I'm not one of them dudes

Just rapping and talking shit with a bunch of tattoos
Fat tools on the regular
Don't tell them where I'm headed
But when a nigga pass, I'll be a real nigga dead as fuck, bruh

Police know me, and I'm trying to sell my work
I'm drawing a male with my hoodie on, trying to catch a smirk
Hurt motherfuckers' feelings, because they baby mama like me
Now they mad

They want to blame it on Mikey
And I done had enough of niggas saying I'm sheisty
I'm blood like Gucci's, yellow, so icy
Mikey

Hard life veteran
And ain't nobody better than this motherfucker rapping right now
Hey, I bet I went to streets, took up bullshit
And Mikey is their medicine

Brought them to the hood
I took them places they ain't never been
Never been a miller
They ain't stepping on the deuces

And I do it for my little niggas, Juven
Boom
Mama of the movement, what the fuck is you stupid
And all that sneak dishes, what the fuck is you through with

You lose it
Niggas go to jail, while niggas just send a mail
No half of them niggas can barely spell
But still I write letters, visit graves, keep it real in a way

The streets talking, I can't hear what you say
But I'm running gay fate to the hood with nobody
Didn't give a damn
And I'm still in this love like here I am

And a lot of times, it ain't all about being a bigger man
Dog, you gotta stay focused, so get your grams
This motherfucker understand
I'm the one who gave you your first taste to paradise

So think about it, man
You're really hard to think about before you leave
Listen
Look how you pay me back

Look how you turn in your back
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Look how you pay me back
Look how you turn in your back

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Look how you turn in your back
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