Mikey

All you niggas really lame, you can't get with us (God damn)

Mikey kickin' at your brain, homie gettin' touched

It's bloody Halloween, wash you out if you ain't lit enough (Yes, sir)

My bitch tryna go behind my back, but I don't give a fuck (Damn)

I, know she for the streets, it's just how it is (Damn)

How it is you flexin' fake money, shit is counterfeit (Yeah)

We makin' real moves none these other gangs is counterin'

Fish out of water flounderin', we circle and surroundin' him

I know that nigga bitchmade (Damn)

We done came up from the bottom, it ain't shit change (Damn)

Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain (Yes, sir)

Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)

Still we schemin' for the cash (Yes, sir)

Never sleepin', got a nigga daydreamin' for a nap

But my eyes open, ten-toes, head on a swivel (Yes, sir)

Seen too many niggas heads down, doublin' dribbles

The shit's crazy… and that's on gang, bitch (Uh)