People hate me, criticize, my name is just a gimmick now,
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
Calm down before i strike i warn
He gave him a platform
I wanna go on strike on life now,
Will somebody please show me how
I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.
Now you know how i live and what's my name
Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill
I make more money now than both my parents combined still,
Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side
Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike
Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors
With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course
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