Lyrics:
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
old school, I will find my way home to you
All the pain that I hide, one day I will say goodbye, and the tears that you cry, take
A look at the sky,
on the Serengeti
I got my x-ray vision through all in my way,
no plan B, it disracts from plan A
Stage splittin in half earthquake style
evacuate the premisis,
Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed
We come do a show in your motherfucking city
They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty
Beats By
can keep the fucking cash, bitch, you don't even deserve them
You don't deserve anyone in your life the way your ass hurt them
You're a hack and a half
what I seek
But I know it's out there
Through my looking glass
I see endless space repeating
Guide us home constellation stars
Sisters show the way
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
picked up to get me a lift to
8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike
From somebody's backyard and drop it off at the park
That was the half way
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
Whoa. Amazon Prime. Whoa, don't forget Wayfair. Whoa.
I come home a little four by seven, Derek Jeter plaque. Where's that going? More Yankee shit. What
was in the lemon water
As I turn the corner burping over myself
Which is a little awkward
As I walk by a guy with a dog so I say hi to him Good morning
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
face or
Would he say you looking for heaven but hell is that way
We gotta walk by faith not by sight
We gotta walk by faith not by sight
We gotta walk
Ay Mike Mike, listen man you gone go through some stuff
I'm telling you gone lose some people along the way
I'm talking bout some days you gone wake
home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They
See that nigga at home? It's all good
Mike WiLL Mike WiLL
Ear Drummers
That last drought was a setback
That red light is a death trap
That
Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the shores
And I could go a month straight in Fila Valores
The way I used to equip with my features
I was comin'
of the name
Got to change the way we act for this to actually change
You know I, I, I can imagine It still
Half of us are free the other half are concealed,
on the gram she’s a diva /
Put it half way in ima tease her /
Ima send her back home you should keep her /
You can have it when I give it right back huh/
Let's start this life over
Yea that's convenient half your life's over
Never like Mike, wanted to be like Hova
When we was kids worst fear's getting
outta line then he gon learn
play w that fye
you get burned
Saying bitches on my dick i felt like im mike sherm
No way sit down stupid bitch its my turn
on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms
What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes
Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip
Got monkey's out
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
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