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intro (sophomore season) - rmc mike lyrics

[intro]
b*tch

[verse]
hit the road a couple times and came back home with nothing
never knew what it was, but i was onto something
had a meeting with the plug and now i’m off and running
to the money, gassed your ass up and now the engine flooded
i made some thousands off of rap, but this some different money
say you need a thousand pack, nephew sent it for me
get you whacked for a thousand ones, that was stripper money
thousand blues in my purple jeans got me limpin’ funny
i’ma shine like i want because i grind for it
stuff some big sh*t in the b*tch, shе only 5’4″
and i’m well*connected with thе bricks, i got a blind source
my main b*tch a pure thoroughbred like a fine horse
bro dropped some new buffs, he paid five for ’em
take my gun everywhere, you gotta hide yours
n*gga, f*ck your plug, come to mine ’cause he supply more
gotta take a trip overseas, he bust the flights for it
d*boy hit me with some gasoline, i got the light for it
i’m just tryna buy my old street, what’s the price for it?
auntie don’t f*ck with hard no more, i got some ice for her
f*cked twenty*three b*tches last week like i’m mike jordan
i gravitated towards rap to put my city on
you can feel my pain in your stomach like a kidney stone
d*mn, i miss my day*one n*gga, bring benji home
n*ggas steady hatin’ on my success, get your envy on
i don’t even entertain none of you f*ck n*ggas
i just want the pape’, y’all want the fame, guess we cut different
hit a n*gga main off a ‘wood with some runtz in it
scratched off in a black ss with some crunch in it
low*key as f*ck, but your b*tch think i’m that one n*gga
i just popped two rps, finna have fun with her
smokin’ real cherry from d*boy, it’s a lung hitter
knocked my b*tch out, she got mad ’cause i ain’t cum in her
[outro]
b*tch

- rmc mike lyrics

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