MIA

Been to Colombia so much I should put it in my name
To be a king I paid the price that a peasant pays

Eating all these beats I be foaming from my mouth
Yeah I'm from the New York streets, now my home is in the south
Yeah I'm in the MIA, that's why I went MIA
Sorry for the delay I was getting paid and getting laid
Now I'm back unwrap my presence you would think its Christmas day
And I never work on Sundays always got a chick for lay
Chill it's ok, its the same shit, just a different day
All this stress, I'm started to sink, I am getting drained
I need a shrink to my spot, before I get insane
I need to shrink to a dot, and just get away
From these thots because I had thought, wanted to get engaged
Now I'm trapped in my own thoughts, like I'm in a cage
Like I'm in a maze, when I get off stage
I be getting praised, I got the juice, for a minute maid
For a minute made me a little fame
Made me a little change, but I didn't change
Shout out to my niggaz, and we getting paid on a different plane
Been to Colombia so much I should put it in my name
I should put it in a chain it is strange where we came from
Now the sun, it be giving rays
Wrote this on Thanksgiving day and I'm grateful that everything has changed
For the better, before the weather, I was getting shade
I was getting blamed for everything, but I didn't break
Beast that the didn't tame, reached at a different stage
Of my life, don't like to fight, but you can get the fade
Don't pay state tax, didn't need to get a raise
It's the truth straight facts, when my musics getting played
Leave the booth asap, why, it is in a blaze
Call the firetruck, high as fuck, I am getting blazed
Beard starting to lighten up, I am getting grays
Don't do toxic relationships, no kids to date
Dodged every bullet, wasn't even getting grazed
I was getting grades getting As now I'm getting hate
For money and fame a game Ima hit a way
Better ways equal better days I forever prayed
For my life, to be like this, I am in a daze
For the days rapping in high school, to the present day
To be a king I paid the price, that a peasant pays
My future wife gonna be strong, and we'll get a maid
Girls treated me like songs, I was getting played
Now they see me that I'm on, and they feel a way
This track is going too long, it is getting late
Thank you Florida I'm tapped in, I am getting great
I ain't capping that's what happens when you in the MIA