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24 - mik lyrics

[intro: nasty jack]
yeah, you know who it is
aka cousin jack’um from the west side
aka jack nasty
aka bbk for a day cause i’m that crew
you know how i do
i roll with two iphone
two motherf-cking blackberrys at all times
two white b-tches, two black b-tches
and a couple of mixed-race ones (sp-cey)

[verse 1: nasty jack]
cousin jack from the west side
my ends wilder than bed-stuy
no tlc, no left eye
got bushmaster with the tec-9
no, we don’t tek, we protect life
i could die today, so i get high
got the pearly white, i’ve got the best shine
cartiers, you could get time
by any means, i get mine
and i don’t want enough just to get by
meet your workers’ deadlines
can’t live forever, dead line
no, i don’t think about getting signed
i’m as grimy as big mike
i’m as grimy as mik
i’m tempa t, i’m on a next hype (sp-cey)
24/7 i get paid
everyday like j spades
in the alley till the next day
work the work, that’s to connect bray
indian state, inner-state
we don’t play with no jsa
but if we do, we buy an ounce of blay
boris johnson bought my n-gga’s chain
in the ghetto, i know ‘caine
know the struggle, know the pain
in the ends, yeah, i’m hot like propane
at the stove, keep the flame
keep it moving like usain
my boys are darker than bruce wayne
call it jack, it ain’t crew chain
find the trap and then i move in

[chorus: mik]
i be in the studio
24/7 making those hits, yeah
people looking at me
like say i’m motherf-cking crazy
i ain’t got no time, i’m just getting mine
i’m just feeling fine
why you hating? why you hating?
why you hate?

[verse 2: ego]
pink notes
trust me, that’s what i think loads
double jd, i don’t drink c0ke
in your girl’s front room getting sick blows
got a bad b-tch, tongue pierced
nose ring with a sick throat
i’m at west, black taxi
brownskin ting, no maxi
hit, then bounce, they can’t trap me
got old friends that wanna clap me
cutting through nice with b in the backseat chilling
back of the rave, ‘gnac, sipping
shut down throne, back ripping
got a lighty that’s matte black whipping
bare backroads, can’t catch man slipping
on the m1, zipping
my st–ze, that’s different
i just say things that rhyme and win them
still got a link for the mandem whipping
bare food in kitchen
they be ot when them packs flipping
couple young gs round them, they’re pitching
nothing about them, fam
it’s bl–dy different
let me get back to the music ting, then
my team, we’re winning
i don’t know about these other likkle man in the game
roulette spin them
you give the gyal dem whatsapp smiles
i bl–dy ring them
afterwards getting waved up with a bad b-tch
i trash and bin them

- mik lyrics

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