Mic Check...Am I Wrong?
Yeah,
Now I can bring the fire, conscious, I can bring the jokes
Still dope
Your still flows can even touch my skills hoe
Still bro's that's how the game be
(Why you think still without the features)
Can't contain me
Cause when I get the mic I'm feeling dangerous
I'll just pull a Baker Mayfield put my flag up yo ass
Matter of fact
I'm back in the trap
Stomping on rats
My quarterback on fantasy a goat in the stats
Focused to match
Ya energy I move to the west, check
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two
Cause if I tell you I'm the greatest fuck is you gone do
I'm saying my crew is on 20 while you just sitting on 5
Open ya eyes
You in the mist of citizens rise
Cain and able, write my fables to fatalize your emotions
The greatest God given poet, I plant the tide never ride it
A giant over the masses, the mask is hiding emotions I'm floating
Above the ocean under oath of the poet's quest to annihilate the best 
Don't disrespect all of ya threats are immaculate, immature
Though excited you got the nerve ima blast yo ass with a curve
That's three strikes nigga
That's three strikes nigga
Don't pled right just do right nigga
If we gone fight then we can fight nigga
But just don't post on socials, think you know my life pass the mic nigga
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two
Cause if I tell you I'm the greatest fuck is you gone do
(Mic check one two one two)
Am I wrong?
Rap isn't all about the bars it's about the poetry
Written in between these solid lines are rhymes that'll make you notice me, hopefully
Notice all the struggles of society but the irony of it all is
That I'm struggling to put all my struggles into a song
Cause if I did it'd be 30 minutes long, question now am I wrong?
For trying to deceive and make you believe I belong among the greatest
To ever have a mic in their palm or have lyrics upon J. Cole's wall now am I wrong?
Am I wrong for wanting hundreds of thousands of people
Going bar for bar from what I wrote in a song?
I honestly ask you am I wrong, cause looking around the city I don't know anymore
Now I can bring the fire, conscious, I can bring the jokes
Still dope
Your still flows can even touch my skills hoe
Still bro's that's how the game be
(Why you think still without the features)
Can't contain me
Cause when I get the mic I'm feeling dangerous
I'll just pull a Baker Mayfield put my flag up yo ass
Matter of fact
I'm back in the trap
Stomping on rats
My quarterback on fantasy a goat in the stats
Focused to match
Ya energy I move to the west, check
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two
Cause if I tell you I'm the greatest fuck is you gone do
I'm saying my crew is on 20 while you just sitting on 5
Open ya eyes
You in the mist of citizens rise
Cain and able, write my fables to fatalize your emotions
The greatest God given poet, I plant the tide never ride it
A giant over the masses, the mask is hiding emotions I'm floating
Above the ocean under oath of the poet's quest to annihilate the best 
Don't disrespect all of ya threats are immaculate, immature
Though excited you got the nerve ima blast yo ass with a curve
That's three strikes nigga
That's three strikes nigga
Don't pled right just do right nigga
If we gone fight then we can fight nigga
But just don't post on socials, think you know my life pass the mic nigga
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two (Mic check)
Mic check one two one two
Cause if I tell you I'm the greatest fuck is you gone do
(Mic check one two one two)
Am I wrong?
Rap isn't all about the bars it's about the poetry
Written in between these solid lines are rhymes that'll make you notice me, hopefully
Notice all the struggles of society but the irony of it all is
That I'm struggling to put all my struggles into a song
Cause if I did it'd be 30 minutes long, question now am I wrong?
For trying to deceive and make you believe I belong among the greatest
To ever have a mic in their palm or have lyrics upon J. Cole's wall now am I wrong?
Am I wrong for wanting hundreds of thousands of people
Going bar for bar from what I wrote in a song?
I honestly ask you am I wrong, cause looking around the city I don't know anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Geremia Paige
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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