Lyrics:
Could ever dream about losin' you
You, but I do
It's you and I
It's do or die
Suicide mission
Baby, by my side
We got one life and half of it's
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
ever I still rocks the cradle
Cause i'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
Cause on the mike I get
shawty
That sound like some chalk to me
I got hits
Baking in the oven
Twelve minutes
Cut that thing in half
Cheaper by the dozen
Run it back
Byron do
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what
She like when I'm coming home, I ain't coming home
Girl, text me, please don't call, this that money phone
Know I had to bring a zone, smoke a half in
hella hot in here, everybody sweatin' you
Half wanna dance, other half wanna get with you
Every time a nigga walk by and say hello
Starin' at your
Either running in circles or there's some I need to bubble in
Mike tried to go the same way because of his brother
When life threw bullets his way, Mike
Somebody wake Mike from the dead
And tell that nigga I just written a verse
Play this by his grave and
I've bet he returns
Have a nigga moonwalking
Going
Say you're rare
Are you really? White shirt DSquared
Say you're rare, Mike Amiri, over here
Where? Dressed in all white, all white
Who don't want
A soldier rides on a train to Tennessee
And half asleep he dreams it isn't a dream
With each flick of the wheels a new face goes by
With each face he
been getting it Krizz for the discount
But me and N9NA the payday
On the way with Mike and may day
They say us get the boot and shoot
And you believe
I’m 50/50, half city half country
North Carolina bump bumpin in the front seat
Get down but we never get dusty
When I’m out this way that bullshit
Failed
Can't Be Tracked Down By the Phone
Definitely Not By Email
We Get Off On Them
The Back Alleys Then
You Look Familiar In A High School Way
We
the land of broken homes
Life provokes further questioning the more that we grow
On this road on my own
An open minded individual implied by my flow
Been
right now
It make me feel like im mike
Nigga run up on me
Watch me walk it out
Just like im dj unk
Spin a block again
They say damn big husk remixed em
[Big Mike]
This goes out to you H-O-E's
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin G's
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big Mike aka Big D D
Big
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
just like goin' home
And it stoned me
On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With
like goin' home
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
answer machine
Sorry I'm not by the phone
But ya know that I'm gone call ya when I get home
Leave a message after that tone (Leave a message after that
this way
I gotta go now
Gotta make it one day
Now it's 12:45 in the stu
I'm getting tired heading home
How about you
Homie said we gotta keep working
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
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