Like Mike

Back to the muthafuckin' basket
Might shoot a fade, that's a goddamn classic
Feeling like Mike, cause I ain't gon pass it
Now there's bad blood like my nickname Magic

Fucking around with shit, y'all really ain't have a clue about
Started writing raps as a kid, glad I still do it now
All the homies think I'm legit, its time to do em proud
Used to treat this music and shit, like it's a shootaround
Following my dreams, but that shit seems like a labyrinth
They might tell you certain things, but that's not even half of it
Tried to just fall back a bit, took some bread and stacked the shit
Lately that's not still enough, these drugs feeling like the catalyst
Shouldnt even mention it, should probably keep my business hid
Cause I don't need that validation people give from witnessing
Miss me with the the drama, got no time for stressing simple shit
Honestly, astonished could vomit, mushrooms kicking in

Back to the muthafuckin' basket
Might shoot a fade, that's a goddamn classic
Feeling like Mike, cause I ain't gon pass it
Now there's bad blood like my nickname Magic

Locked inside this dungeon, won't come out till I snort all this Ki
Stayed away to make some fucking changes you won't ever see
Definitely, love when motherfuckers get to testing me
I could blow my brains and you'd still be fucking less than me
That weak shit is over with, tell em send my condolences
Quarter sack of scratch, I'm just praying the homies sold the shit
You'll never be high as me, dawg I'm fuckered up, at my soberest
Y'all weaker than a Kilo that's all cut up with that 'Soda shit
Another revolution and by now I start the questionin'
Existential crisis comes at night, I let the records spin
Takes me to a place where there's still demons, just way less of them
You ain't gotta see, but believe it, count your blessings kids
She's sipping while I'm snorting, she thinkin' she's most important,
As soon as she call me baby, I'll pay for that damn abortion
That love, I don't fucking want it, abandoned it like an orphan
She's trippen "I'm acting different", I'm praying she's gone by mornin'

Back to the muthafuckin' basket
Might shoot a fade, that's a goddamn classic
Feeling like Mike, cause I ain't gon pass it
Now there's bad blood like my nickname Magic