on mike! (feat. YUNGFENDI)

Five, four, three, two, one, zero all engines running
Lift off, we have a lift off
Where do you go from the top
I thought that everybody would be telling me stop

But they telling me to go for the gold
And don't come home till you got a couple grammy's you can call your own
I been on that too busy to eat
Write, spit, record, make a beat and then repeat shit

I'm trying to master the game
All these bastards get slain
Tell them niggas to get back in they lane
They white friends always asking my name

When they banging on that Wii Sports like
Yo, this was mad funny bro, now we need more
I wish that they could see more
I wish that they could hear this

But would they listen? I doubt it
I promise you this song will be the worst played on the album
Shout out to the fucking council
Don't know what I'd do without them all these small town niggas lying

Trying to get me cancelled like I'm a damn celebrity
Doing these niggas turn to fans, man, I fucking better be
I'ma take over any place I live in
My heart be the word, and my verse is what you heard, nigga

Keep the flame so I'm making burn quicker
They be like, oh, you the third nigga
So tell me that you got the album out
One slide the link to your SoundCloud

Now how could you say this shit out loud
Comparing me to niggas that be asking me for shout outs
The beat's so food and it's time for me to chow down
Chicken soup for the teenage soul

They be like, yo, how you be so bold
Truth is, I just wanna be seen
I stay humble, try to run the machine
But I wanna hear the feet rumble in the crowd as they scream for me

So I'ma get serious and stay in
Cause soon as I stop rapping, niggas thinking I'm playing
I ain't playing. Call me on what I'm saying
Skate close to the sun, on my glide like ice

I'ma be the biggest ever, put that shit on mic
Put that shit on my mic
Fuck you bye, fuck bye, fuck bye
Oh we can say like

Fuck out, yeah
Yeah, fuck that nigga
Fuck that
Fuck all them niggas

Yeah, for real
This is, we starting some shit
Yeah, we are starting some shit
I know, we need to keep fucking shit up though

For real
We can't let this shit go, we can't go back
We need to move forward
Next time nigga, we stepping out this car

Once you step out this car
that's how you know we're ready
Yup
Bring black glasses this time

Black glasses
To keep it safe in your bag
I got you bro
Fucking late you got me

Late you too bro
Yeah, go ahead and drive
Go ahead and drive