Michigan Gems 3
Ahh Man
Y'all remember Kasher Flow
Yeeaahh
Aye
Hold Onn
Grra Grra
Maan
I been so stressed out, I might just start smoking again
I might just log back on Facebook and start poking again
This b*tch play way too much like nah, you joking again
She said I can't hit no more but here I am, stroking again
That b*tch p*ssy so wet, I feel like i'm in Splish Splash
He said I TYB, now he can't get his b*tch back
Everything designer, color-coordinated, no mix-match
That boy white and can't rap, he reminding me of Riff Raff
And that n*gga garbage
I be smoking on some stank like a n*gga done farted
Trying to end my career like look what you done started
Now i'm bout to go crazy on the mu'f*ckin beat n*gga
I'm a stand up n*gga, ten toes down, take a seat n*gga
Get your ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat n*gga
Ballin in Miami, feel like Lebron back on the heat n*gga
They don't understand me, I told them just wait until we meet n*gga
Go check my catalog, you'll understand that I'm a beast n*gga
I rap, sing, mix, master and produce some of the beats n*gga
I produce most of my sh*t
N*ggas jacking they support me but never posting my sh*t dawg, like
You gotta do more than listen
This b*tch better let me f*ck, I'm trying to do more than kissing
These n*ggas can't really rap, you got to do more than dissing
All they do is throw subs, you got to do more than pitching
I'm at-bat, it's about to be a grand-slam
Saying my name when we f*ck, makes me feel like I'm the damn man
I frog-splash in that p*ssy, I be feeling like I'm Van Dam
It be lights-camera-action when I'm feeling like I'm Van Damme
But hold on, I ain't trying to make a scene
I be slow-stroking shorty, I ain't trying to make her scream
I be grinding like a skater but ain't rocking no Supreme
My nephew listens to my music so I'm trying to make it clean but
Man, sometimes I got to vent
And I ain't never checking price tags
Sometimes I got to spend a whole bag on some drip just so shorty know I look good
In the kitchen or the booth, shorty really know I cook good
And i'm Mean with it too, you should call me Mikey Ramsay
I'm so use to being overlooked so they can understand me
Do I got to put it in braille, for you to understand me
Just for you to feel it? Mikey Gems, I really am the realest
Everybody in my family got banks, I feel like i'm Philip
And I be sipping Pinot Grigio with a Filipino
She from LA, I knew that she was One Of Them Ones like Bino and Blxst
Shorty said I'm about to put you on blast, I'm like
Pat Benatar, baby Hit Me With Your Best Shot
She gave me the Figi, so with my Piece, I gave her a Head-Shot
Talking spicy out your mouth like you chewing on some Red Hot
You couldn't walk in my shoes, this pair I got is deadstock
Maison Martin Margiela 3-Strap, no laces
Feel like MGK when I tell n*ggas to Lace Up
Never walking with my head down, I keep my face up
MMBD full of God's, I be telling them to praise us
I know I got y'all wondering how long he on the beat for
Never Cross me like a Christian when I'm rocking hella Dior
I be wanting everybody to win, why you hating me for
You playing Games with your shorty, ima Console her like a P4
Got like 80 plus songs, and I still feel like I need more
Deadass, no lie n*gga
If you could do it better than me, you should try n*gga
You could, you could, you could
You could see it in my eyes n*gga
I really do this my boy like, deadass
I ain't one of them
I'm on of Him
1 Of 1
Do this sh*t for fun now
Shorty hit me like you the one now
But I been the one shorty, f*ck you talking bout
Y'all remember Kasher Flow
Yeeaahh
Aye
Hold Onn
Grra Grra
Maan
I been so stressed out, I might just start smoking again
I might just log back on Facebook and start poking again
This b*tch play way too much like nah, you joking again
She said I can't hit no more but here I am, stroking again
That b*tch p*ssy so wet, I feel like i'm in Splish Splash
He said I TYB, now he can't get his b*tch back
Everything designer, color-coordinated, no mix-match
That boy white and can't rap, he reminding me of Riff Raff
And that n*gga garbage
I be smoking on some stank like a n*gga done farted
Trying to end my career like look what you done started
Now i'm bout to go crazy on the mu'f*ckin beat n*gga
I'm a stand up n*gga, ten toes down, take a seat n*gga
Get your ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat n*gga
Ballin in Miami, feel like Lebron back on the heat n*gga
They don't understand me, I told them just wait until we meet n*gga
Go check my catalog, you'll understand that I'm a beast n*gga
I rap, sing, mix, master and produce some of the beats n*gga
I produce most of my sh*t
N*ggas jacking they support me but never posting my sh*t dawg, like
You gotta do more than listen
This b*tch better let me f*ck, I'm trying to do more than kissing
These n*ggas can't really rap, you got to do more than dissing
All they do is throw subs, you got to do more than pitching
I'm at-bat, it's about to be a grand-slam
Saying my name when we f*ck, makes me feel like I'm the damn man
I frog-splash in that p*ssy, I be feeling like I'm Van Dam
It be lights-camera-action when I'm feeling like I'm Van Damme
But hold on, I ain't trying to make a scene
I be slow-stroking shorty, I ain't trying to make her scream
I be grinding like a skater but ain't rocking no Supreme
My nephew listens to my music so I'm trying to make it clean but
Man, sometimes I got to vent
And I ain't never checking price tags
Sometimes I got to spend a whole bag on some drip just so shorty know I look good
In the kitchen or the booth, shorty really know I cook good
And i'm Mean with it too, you should call me Mikey Ramsay
I'm so use to being overlooked so they can understand me
Do I got to put it in braille, for you to understand me
Just for you to feel it? Mikey Gems, I really am the realest
Everybody in my family got banks, I feel like i'm Philip
And I be sipping Pinot Grigio with a Filipino
She from LA, I knew that she was One Of Them Ones like Bino and Blxst
Shorty said I'm about to put you on blast, I'm like
Pat Benatar, baby Hit Me With Your Best Shot
She gave me the Figi, so with my Piece, I gave her a Head-Shot
Talking spicy out your mouth like you chewing on some Red Hot
You couldn't walk in my shoes, this pair I got is deadstock
Maison Martin Margiela 3-Strap, no laces
Feel like MGK when I tell n*ggas to Lace Up
Never walking with my head down, I keep my face up
MMBD full of God's, I be telling them to praise us
I know I got y'all wondering how long he on the beat for
Never Cross me like a Christian when I'm rocking hella Dior
I be wanting everybody to win, why you hating me for
You playing Games with your shorty, ima Console her like a P4
Got like 80 plus songs, and I still feel like I need more
Deadass, no lie n*gga
If you could do it better than me, you should try n*gga
You could, you could, you could
You could see it in my eyes n*gga
I really do this my boy like, deadass
I ain't one of them
I'm on of Him
1 Of 1
Do this sh*t for fun now
Shorty hit me like you the one now
But I been the one shorty, f*ck you talking bout
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Writer(s): Michael Mejia
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