Lyrics:

Theres no other way mami this could be,
Hades unleashed its time the wack should flee,
Chimera rap flow a terror for rap folks no errors in my aapproach purp breeze down my throat
engaged to the game bring barrels when we elope,
speed off in a benz a bucket or in a rolls,
dont say i aint tell you to leave the mic alone,
still not too grown to slide up in yo home
collide when we ride no drama over the phone,
not no montana manyana I m on the road,
gon burn the south up then close in on the north
prvljavi jug brate! why my rappers sounding coarse
and aint shit pretty but the women on the shore,
they want looks n money but this goon wanting more

german engineering with the bunnies in the loft
black leather sofas with a cuzzi in the floor,
boom baps dead so your boy brought it raw
record, press up, box up n we on tour
If my people dont feel me then I m off to London
Rondon don n versionz my pirates saty stunting,
asking bout air fare cuz they know we a buff ting
leave the game snuffed ting, Mr. E a ruff ting,
from Munich to Brixtown this what the fans loving


Yo there was no other way for us to get this far,
For us to push these cars, yo I aint cant hide these scars,
So when you look in the mirror check how live you are,
This above the rap shit this beyond the bars,
This running through the hood tryna duck the law,
Dump the weight in the fire escape and get gone,
Get took for a minute, get taken post no bond,
be bugging like a toker in the summer with no chron,
Be the baddest in the game is what Im destined to be,
Living in hell til heavens ready for me,
The realest to ever do it, the balkans I must prove it,
The weight we just move it like nike we just do it,
Treat every beat like a challenge the way that we step to it,
Easy E attitude the way the raps ruthless,
When you spitting for a team thats born to loose,
Built to win get it in no time to snooze,
Rearview trempling when its time to cruise,
Half a tank a few blunts and a box of booze,
Hard to be a winner with sardines for dinner,
Gurl who dont get ya, ma who just sweats ya,
Pops that know better and narcs and that know cheddar,
Just tryna look fresher fucking being a trendsetter,
Fuck the glitz and the glam all Im feeling is pain,
By the end of this verse you gone remember the name MIC !!!

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