Mic Tyson

I told Chris we got make it, they don't open up the door ima break it
They don't give a nigga chance, imma take it
This the last dance, you gotta go crazy
I treat my Mondays like Fridays
Everything I do I do it my way
Doin buck 50 on the high way, hangin out the whip goin sideways
Ayy. Imma need a Bentley in my driveway
Jewelry laid out on the dresser like an ice trey
Its SB's on a nice day, WET t shirt keep me hydrate
I vibe out on the mic until it vibrates
Every time I hop in the booth I raise the crime rate
They been asking for more i'm thinking's why wait
So ahead of the game I play and get a migraine
You niggas ain't ready for it, I treat it like practice dawg I already scored
You aint even half this, im sharp as a cactus
Money in the mattress make her do a backflip
Im tryna get active but I aint actin, all about the fam tryna put them in a mansion
All about the gram you got flex but you cappin
Every time I land they salute like the captain
I been trapping out the booth, been tapped in with my roots
Ever since I was a kid I been acting like a foo
I was only 15 when I was hanging out the roof
In a whip that wasn't mines, it was robs, we was sliding
We was front back side to side, in high school we went high we was tryna get by
We was poppin e pills you can see from eyes
Run-in from the police when we see them come by
Hell of a life we was living now its wife with the children
Learned a lot of game form them nights in them buildings
Ayy. Always bounced back like a real one, all the losses that I took and I still won
Young, father figure the mind strong as a body builder
Built this shit from the ground up like bob builder
If you talking bout money just know im rocking with ya
Dead president all around me feel like a politician
Killin the competition no writers or compositions
Still in a calm position you thought it was a llama splitting
When I was rapping imagine if I was writing
Im killings the mic like Holyfield against mike Tyson