Open Mic Stand (feat. Yelu)
Lazy, low work ethic
Always working on that damn music
Well guess what, player
That music doesn't pay you, I do
And I know you don't like when I tell you to get off your fucking ass
And do your fucking job
But you don't have to work here either
So get to it
Ayy
Bitch let me talk like this an open mic stand
Puffin' Yao Ming runts, put the smoke in my hand
Put up hall of fame numbers for my whole lifespan
Whole whip change colors, call it Sosa like Sam
Orange soda great job, this a breeze like fan
Whip too big, this a U-haul van
I don't have a single hater
Lil bitch, you a stan
I been handing out smoke, every verse a free sample
Redd Foxx, nigga you my son like Sanford
Shit too krunk, fuck around and broke the handle
Put you in the upper room, the situation handled
Since you hard, go put that pistol up and show me what them hands do
Laughing all the time bitch, but I don't really play
I'm not even gangster, but y'all test it everyday
Fuckin' on ya broad, fuckin' with my feng shui
I got the sauce that y'all got lost in
Niggas went the wrong way
Yeah
P.S. motherfuck
What the fuck did we just talk about
I told you to put down the pen and pad, and pick up a mop
This fucking floor is filthy
How do you expect us to run a fucking business here
If you can't keep the God damn dust off the linoleum
You think you're gonna' be able to pay for your studio time
If you're not getting checks from me, buddy
Oh well we'll see about that
Get the fucking broom
Always working on that damn music
Well guess what, player
That music doesn't pay you, I do
And I know you don't like when I tell you to get off your fucking ass
And do your fucking job
But you don't have to work here either
So get to it
Ayy
Bitch let me talk like this an open mic stand
Puffin' Yao Ming runts, put the smoke in my hand
Put up hall of fame numbers for my whole lifespan
Whole whip change colors, call it Sosa like Sam
Orange soda great job, this a breeze like fan
Whip too big, this a U-haul van
I don't have a single hater
Lil bitch, you a stan
I been handing out smoke, every verse a free sample
Redd Foxx, nigga you my son like Sanford
Shit too krunk, fuck around and broke the handle
Put you in the upper room, the situation handled
Since you hard, go put that pistol up and show me what them hands do
Laughing all the time bitch, but I don't really play
I'm not even gangster, but y'all test it everyday
Fuckin' on ya broad, fuckin' with my feng shui
I got the sauce that y'all got lost in
Niggas went the wrong way
Yeah
P.S. motherfuck
What the fuck did we just talk about
I told you to put down the pen and pad, and pick up a mop
This fucking floor is filthy
How do you expect us to run a fucking business here
If you can't keep the God damn dust off the linoleum
You think you're gonna' be able to pay for your studio time
If you're not getting checks from me, buddy
Oh well we'll see about that
Get the fucking broom
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Writer(s): Chinyelu Mwaafrika
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