Michael's First Nose
Boy better know
Man better know
My cheddar can't fold
You a trendsetter? Hell no
I'm getting all my wins on the low
Family matters more than the dough
I don't care who near
Tell me who are you here
Need to pay for a pass just to walk through here
You bout to bear witness to the things we do here
Rap like Christmas, drink like New Year
Roll up like SWAT, pop like Root Beer
Roll to nightspots and walk right through - yeah
Glory the only thought I do fear
Everyone a star but the spotlight soon clear
Not like you, we're boss-free, check the record
The sheep must respect the shepherd
This is gold to garbage, chess to checkers
The Sistine Chapel to these Etch-A-Sketchers
Tour dates double for the second guessers
And hoes ready for the click like debt collectors
Born extra reckless, the boy is evil
Best to face him and avoid his people
He don't care, he swings at walls
Swears he's the king of brawls
Thinks of y'all rarely, he barely thinks at all
Bingo Hall mad cause we dabbed out
Three man on a half-ounce
One hand on my new strap
Two Stellas, you can tell I got my groove back
Dudes act like they don't know what a chair is
Sit your ass down before we both get embarrassed
If you don't know Strange, you don't know what impaired is
Think it's gon' change, you can go fuck your parents - Salutations
Road man know the program
Bag of ugh got the funk like toe jam
I've been dancing with the devil, no slow jam
I've been trapping since we was hanging in no man's land
Road man know the program
Think you know? I don't think you really know, fam
I've been cold since Jeezy was a snowman
I've been dope since Michael's first nose, man
I'm into wild things
Matt Dillon, get into wild things
Whoever thought at this age I'd be into wild things
The grown man talk the inner child sings
When Joey comes through with the Dirty Sprite
Fuck your married life, take a flight into single life
From a single night, couple dykes, you know what it's like
Or maybe you don't, stay the fuck away from Tone
A nigga got demons
See every night, I can hear my childhood self asking my daddy why he leaving
Used to rap to the intro of Saved by the Bell
Then make the LL remix of Do It Well
Then sip an OE by my lonely, you don't know me
Nor no teachers or nobody gon' control me
Nigga slowly on a destructive path
Just think about everything it's a must I have
Only people that have money forget they owed money
Should explain to you why I want mine and I'm fucking hungry
You haters keep hollering that bullshit, man
Can't stop me so hating, that's a bullshit plan
I'm teaching porn to this low pro actress
This chick got them Iverson braids and only talk 'bout practice
You only wanna talk 'bout practice
She coming every night and wanna talk 'bout practice
Who want dead next? It's lyrical bed rest
Don't gamble with your life and that's probably the best bet
I'll leave your team scrambling, it's Payton or Eli, brother
Whoever Manning the ship, I'll cap the captain
Bullied in the future too, I'm Biff Tannen
Just easy with the rude bwoi ting
Cause you never know the drama that your crew might bring
It's gon' be a late night, I'm talking Blue Night tings - You don't know
Road man know the program
Bag of ugh got the funk like toe jam
I've been dancing with the devil, no slow jam
I've been trapping since we was hanging in no man's land
Road man know the program
Think you know? I don't think you really know, fam
I've been cold since Jeezy was a snowman
I've been dope since Michael's first nose, man
Man better know
My cheddar can't fold
You a trendsetter? Hell no
I'm getting all my wins on the low
Family matters more than the dough
I don't care who near
Tell me who are you here
Need to pay for a pass just to walk through here
You bout to bear witness to the things we do here
Rap like Christmas, drink like New Year
Roll up like SWAT, pop like Root Beer
Roll to nightspots and walk right through - yeah
Glory the only thought I do fear
Everyone a star but the spotlight soon clear
Not like you, we're boss-free, check the record
The sheep must respect the shepherd
This is gold to garbage, chess to checkers
The Sistine Chapel to these Etch-A-Sketchers
Tour dates double for the second guessers
And hoes ready for the click like debt collectors
Born extra reckless, the boy is evil
Best to face him and avoid his people
He don't care, he swings at walls
Swears he's the king of brawls
Thinks of y'all rarely, he barely thinks at all
Bingo Hall mad cause we dabbed out
Three man on a half-ounce
One hand on my new strap
Two Stellas, you can tell I got my groove back
Dudes act like they don't know what a chair is
Sit your ass down before we both get embarrassed
If you don't know Strange, you don't know what impaired is
Think it's gon' change, you can go fuck your parents - Salutations
Road man know the program
Bag of ugh got the funk like toe jam
I've been dancing with the devil, no slow jam
I've been trapping since we was hanging in no man's land
Road man know the program
Think you know? I don't think you really know, fam
I've been cold since Jeezy was a snowman
I've been dope since Michael's first nose, man
I'm into wild things
Matt Dillon, get into wild things
Whoever thought at this age I'd be into wild things
The grown man talk the inner child sings
When Joey comes through with the Dirty Sprite
Fuck your married life, take a flight into single life
From a single night, couple dykes, you know what it's like
Or maybe you don't, stay the fuck away from Tone
A nigga got demons
See every night, I can hear my childhood self asking my daddy why he leaving
Used to rap to the intro of Saved by the Bell
Then make the LL remix of Do It Well
Then sip an OE by my lonely, you don't know me
Nor no teachers or nobody gon' control me
Nigga slowly on a destructive path
Just think about everything it's a must I have
Only people that have money forget they owed money
Should explain to you why I want mine and I'm fucking hungry
You haters keep hollering that bullshit, man
Can't stop me so hating, that's a bullshit plan
I'm teaching porn to this low pro actress
This chick got them Iverson braids and only talk 'bout practice
You only wanna talk 'bout practice
She coming every night and wanna talk 'bout practice
Who want dead next? It's lyrical bed rest
Don't gamble with your life and that's probably the best bet
I'll leave your team scrambling, it's Payton or Eli, brother
Whoever Manning the ship, I'll cap the captain
Bullied in the future too, I'm Biff Tannen
Just easy with the rude bwoi ting
Cause you never know the drama that your crew might bring
It's gon' be a late night, I'm talking Blue Night tings - You don't know
Road man know the program
Bag of ugh got the funk like toe jam
I've been dancing with the devil, no slow jam
I've been trapping since we was hanging in no man's land
Road man know the program
Think you know? I don't think you really know, fam
I've been cold since Jeezy was a snowman
I've been dope since Michael's first nose, man
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Writer(s): Ritchie Acheampong
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