Michigan Ave
Shit, I woke up feelin' crazy, I'm damn near sick
Still won't stop the grind
Day four of the calendar
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, Hokatiwi
Yeah, brrt, yeah, brrt
Yeah, up before for the birds, I ain't chirpin', though
I gotta keep it solid, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
It's gon' take a lot longer to heal if you pickin' the scab
Got a play on Eastern, told him meet me on Michigan Ave
This some retro red, I'ma nod off of sipping a half
Turkey in the middle of finkle, tripping, drifting the 'cat
Got a whole Kentucky Derby in the whip, hittin' the dash
If I try to teach you the game, is you gon' finish the class? (Yeah)
Opposition, if I see him, I'm whippin' his ass (bitch)
I'm on futuristic time, left that shit in my past
Uh-uh, it's too late, why you just now tryna zip up yo' bag? (Lame)
Wouldn't even try it, blicky equipped, attached
Feeling chatty, rocking Virgil, wear it with the tags
Would've thought the scale up on the trampoline, we flippin' bags
I peeped y'all weakness, it ain't really shit to dribble past
These superchargers, it ain't really shit to wiggle fast (skrrt)
Gangy rocking out the tour like we Nickelback
Gave bro a penny on that road, he brought a nickle back
Talk a body, up a quarter ticket, someone get a half
I remember shaking in that coat, shit, my lips was chapped (swear)
Now it cost a thousand just to get a track (fly)
I ain't talking bout no rap, it's 30 for a verse
100 giffy self-scanning, think I'm worrying the clerk
I'll shake and bake him, hit from deep, I'm Curry with the work (three)
Unky told me, all the money, dirty on the first
Smoking without caring, spillin' drank, I'm dirtying my shirt
Foggy than a bitch 'cause I done boxed it, blurry in the 'Vert
Half a city, chop just screwed him, took a Perky with his syrup
DSM, make a custom jersey for my hearse
Wake up to some bullshit, you know birds, they early when they chirp
I cannot do the green, words slurry off the purp' (nope)
Just know Scrumble, he finna get scurvy if he smurk
I don't think you got it in you to reach the finish line
Lookin' in yo' eyes, I can tell you just the finished kind (finished)
Fatality, we pull through, slide down, finish guys (finished)
Take yo' money back to Dukes, you can't get shit for five (finished)
Them lil' boys is finished
Finishing move
One, two, three
It's over
Still won't stop the grind
Day four of the calendar
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, Hokatiwi
Yeah, brrt, yeah, brrt
Yeah, up before for the birds, I ain't chirpin', though
I gotta keep it solid, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
It's gon' take a lot longer to heal if you pickin' the scab
Got a play on Eastern, told him meet me on Michigan Ave
This some retro red, I'ma nod off of sipping a half
Turkey in the middle of finkle, tripping, drifting the 'cat
Got a whole Kentucky Derby in the whip, hittin' the dash
If I try to teach you the game, is you gon' finish the class? (Yeah)
Opposition, if I see him, I'm whippin' his ass (bitch)
I'm on futuristic time, left that shit in my past
Uh-uh, it's too late, why you just now tryna zip up yo' bag? (Lame)
Wouldn't even try it, blicky equipped, attached
Feeling chatty, rocking Virgil, wear it with the tags
Would've thought the scale up on the trampoline, we flippin' bags
I peeped y'all weakness, it ain't really shit to dribble past
These superchargers, it ain't really shit to wiggle fast (skrrt)
Gangy rocking out the tour like we Nickelback
Gave bro a penny on that road, he brought a nickle back
Talk a body, up a quarter ticket, someone get a half
I remember shaking in that coat, shit, my lips was chapped (swear)
Now it cost a thousand just to get a track (fly)
I ain't talking bout no rap, it's 30 for a verse
100 giffy self-scanning, think I'm worrying the clerk
I'll shake and bake him, hit from deep, I'm Curry with the work (three)
Unky told me, all the money, dirty on the first
Smoking without caring, spillin' drank, I'm dirtying my shirt
Foggy than a bitch 'cause I done boxed it, blurry in the 'Vert
Half a city, chop just screwed him, took a Perky with his syrup
DSM, make a custom jersey for my hearse
Wake up to some bullshit, you know birds, they early when they chirp
I cannot do the green, words slurry off the purp' (nope)
Just know Scrumble, he finna get scurvy if he smurk
I don't think you got it in you to reach the finish line
Lookin' in yo' eyes, I can tell you just the finished kind (finished)
Fatality, we pull through, slide down, finish guys (finished)
Take yo' money back to Dukes, you can't get shit for five (finished)
Them lil' boys is finished
Finishing move
One, two, three
It's over
Credits
Writer(s): James Johnson
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