Karma

And I'm back
Now I took a break I'm back
With a pack, not a gag, where to start, where I'm at
Maybe this, maybe that, well I guess I gotta rap
Well I guess you gotta stand, I'm the chef and got a plan when I'm
Hoppin' out the pan, cookin' beats like I'm the man
Got a dinner with my fan, got my bros like I'm a band
I go Campbell's cause I can, book a flight to Japan
They should move me to a beach cause I'm playin' in the sand
Ayy, fuckin' up my dance, ayy, rappin' like I'm
Ayy, stickin' to the plan, ayy, stickin' to my man, ayy, inkin' up my pen, ayy
went from two to ten, ayy, now I got the fans, ayy, now I got the fans, ayy

Now they put me on, now they wish I'm gone
Crazy how I started with the bars on Pokemon
Lyrics hit a crit, now they play my shit
Funny how they come around like karma when I spit
Karma when I spit, play my shit, Karma when I spit

Are you feeling kinda pissed, are you feeling kinda jealous
Maybe karma on your side so you do not have to tell us
Oh, you really think I'm fake, oh, you really think I missed?
Fuck it bro, cut the beat, now I'm getting pissed
Now I'm off my kilter, now I got no filter
Now the mic a weapon, guess that'd make me killer
Mitchell actin' Dilla, now I'm with my squilla
Now I'm with my homies, bangin' chest like we gorilla
Bangin' chest like we in squilla, bangin' chest like we in school
I don't talk to you in math, I don't talk to you, I'm cool
I don't talk the shit I'm bout, I just say it fuckin' bold
Cause I'm number one, number two, number three in rap
And the public think it's cap, in the stu I think it's rap
All the homies I support, they just know I put the cap on, the wrap on, and I stick my head out
With the tap on, the cap on, and I know I keep my head up
To rap on, dealin' with my fuckin' head up, to rap on
Cap on, with the cat toe, with the cat see
Dap bro with my right hand, he the homie
Absol with the beat chop, he the only
Rap boy, like a godfather, and they owe me
Manic with my music, if you know me
Panic with my mic on, if it's only
Stu sessions with my kinfolk and the homies
Mic love, when the mic drop, and I'm Mike Breen
Had all my handheld, now I'm hands-free
Fuckin' love rap, I'm whoever I wanna be
Whoever I gotta be, forever a wanna-be
But never I gotta be, I'm a fuckin' parallel dichotomy
Of all the shit you takin' from the fuckin' game
And I really think my music gonna make a fuckin' name
I'm glad cause my homies are supportin' on my name
And they really think my music gonna make a fuckin' name
And they know we makin' fuckin' classics
Imagine you makin' fuckin' classics
Nah, never, now we know we fuckin' assets
Paid cheddar, you should really just imagine, I'd stop rappin'

Now they put me on, now they wish I'm gone
Crazy how I started with the bars on Pokemon
Lyrics hit a crit, now they play my shit
Funny how they come around like karma when I spit
Karma when I spit, play my shit, Karma when I spit