Yeah
I'm in bass (Yah)
Middle of peace
Middle of Long Beach
Middle of Long bitch
Long designer on em'
Long designer vision
Designer feast like I'm tortoise
Yeah money malicious
(Free shit, free shit, free shit like open)
My senses
Mileage crosses passing
Focus focus focus
Pass in the fashion
I don't lose no fucking conscience yah
I'm headed into that bisexual money it talking to me
Took oath
(Bottega money to be made)
Turning to me
I took this study outta this cage
It's a sunny day don't fuck me
These slicky rappers they love me
Let me show you what's funny to me hoe
I am bout my business I just get this money racks
(What's funny to me)
And your boy making songs, it is already over
(Robbery, robbery, robbery)
It is not even mental capacity
My brain is going past of me
Melody melody hold on
Rusk ass why you making fuss
Your beard looking sus
You're a weird looking sus
I call you bitch
You call that paper
No sir sickö you no sicker (Hahaha)
And my eye got that lazer
And these eyes they don't work
I'm robbing without a pistol in my pocket
Until I get these racks worked
Dirty dirty girls woah
Dirt dirty money woah
It's all on this dirty floor
Dick December dirty hoes
You are thirty eight
(I got dirty plays)
You are thirty eight
(I got dirty ways)
You eat bloody cake
(You got dirty cosmos)
You are bloody fake
And your buddy fake
He a robocop
He a ghost too
I am ghost two
I can photoshop
Like you're posed to
Infection is taking over my mind
I'm moving to lose control
I fall in the pit then I smoke up a zit
I been going to shrine then i take up a hit
She gonna break up my ticket
Take another wish
Conscious mind layering
I go feel it
My hairs I'mma feel like I'm mozart
I'm in a fibbonaci sequence
(They wanna kill me no sarge)
I'ma squeeze round the torus
And write this scroll
And read it like I'm Horus
If facts taking over me
I'm feeling the life
I'm feeling this life
(I'm feeling like dying)
I'm feeling I'm soul soul soul moving
(I'm feeling like dying, I'm feeling like dying)
That I take up my
Time
I got money and these problems
Oh designer make it roar
Options I got too much
Cashing ways I got four
That's a that's a Pre-state
(Medi)
Fuck a Restate
(State)
What you saying boy
You got cash?
NO
I'mma cut the fruit off these victims
I'mma get this statue
(NO)
I just do too much booze
And your boy is a ruse
I I just used him
Abused him
Empty bottle juiced him
Your buddy is losing
Why is you confusing
You ain't got no crystals
You got bristols on your teeth hoe
And your voice looking like chipmunk
Give you beat, you still can't rap bro
I tweaked two-cb in my system
I juh do these drugs
Escape artist
(Yeah, hah)
Came out how to fucking guts
Came out fucking chopping lust
Here go bag
Hit the
Omicron Omnitrix
I juh turned to alien
String on my brain
Tele-vision I'mma fuck this bitch
Looking looking on me down
Looking looking on me down
How you looking (Singing) at me
On me down
You act all this tough
You must be...
Fuck off
Look at me I'm Michael
Fuck off
Look at me I'm Michael
Fuck off
Look at me I'm Michael
Fuck off
Look at me I'm Michael
Fuck off
Fuck off
Look at me I'm Michael