mixed&mastered: @pegboi

Chorus(mike cog)
this that go fuck yourself
imma do it by myself
ain't nobody gonna give you help so
you gotta do it by yourself
smoking gas, good for health
shouts out Carolina and the Bible Belt
M-C-O-G that's how it's spelt 
yelling save the trees like Roosevelt

Verse 1(mike cog)
for the coverart i shouts out Jewbis
i say that shit, and some still clueless
but the real ones, know what the truth is
y'all blow right over cuz y'all rootless
pop 25 Call of Duty 'ruthless'
miss me with that mikes a nuisance
all that talk is petty foolish shut the fuck up well they play my music 

Bridge(mike cog)
i think they know by now that this shit gon get messy
when you fuck around and you mix mike cog with peggy
for this next shit, i'm coming at you heavy
i swear to god man y'all ain't ready
my bars ice cold, i kept them in my yeti 
yelling save the trees like my home boy Teddy

Chorus(mike cog)
this that go fuck yourself
imma do it by myself
ain't nobody gonna give you help so
you gotta do it by yourself
smoking gas, good for health
shouts out Carolina and the Bible Belt
M-C-O-G that's how it's spelt 
yelling save the trees like Roosevelt

Verse 2(mike cog)
imma try out this rap shit they said cop it, if it fits you
i ain't got no bitch i'm calling or texting saying that i miss you
my bad habits i slip back into, but that shit is just another story
my crew runs deep like the Eno Rock Quarry 
to make this shit i spent 1 day up in my laboratory and now i'm lost in the beat far from home like Dorthy
yes it's my fault, but no one came to warn me
guess shit hits the fan when it gets stormy
smile through the pain while i double clutch my 40
aye i just double clutch my 40 i said i'll be right with you shortly
3 bad bitches hit my line like i'm horny, mike come explore me

Bridge(peggy)


Outro(mike cog)
hold up(x8)
what the fuck you doing bruh?
you babysit your solo cup
right now me and mine we running full speed no ones close to us 
you know that we ride clean because you eat the dust
if you really got a problem than meat me at Rust
get to know me you'll find out i don't waste my time with such and such 
i spend my time focused on more important stuff
bitches like the officers they just tryna cuff
i'll sit down now, cuz i've said enough

Roosevelt [prod. Pegboi]

Mixed and Mastered by: @yak-sha
Cover Art by: @may_clara  <----instagram

stop fucking around and be a man

Chorus(mike cog)
i was chilling in my 03' Saturn yuh my 03' Saturn
on her sundress it had a pattern
that shit got me seeing backwards
that shit got me smoking backwoods
in my 03' Saturn yuh my 03' Saturn my 03' Saturn

Verse 1(mike cog)
she tell me i'm the only one that can make her smile
my shits crazy bat-shit wild
crazy bat-shit wild
not to mention i been crazy yuh i been going crazy
and i act like that shit doesn't faze me
rep mike cog till the day that i'm pushing daisy's
all your shit don't faze me i swear that it doesn't faze me 
tell the bitch i'm not her baby like bitch i am not your baby
i still chill smoke and play skate 3, make dope songs up on the daily that's... 
what i been up to latley
my bars hot as fuck like Hati
your parents met me and they told you that they hate me
they say my long hair makes me shady
but you liked it girl you told me that it was wavy
making dope songs everyday i hope it pays me
listen baby, i won't let you or nobody play me

Chorus(mike cog)
i was chilling in my 03' Saturn yuh my 03' Saturn
on her sundress it had a pattern
that shit got me seeing backwards
that shit got me smoking backwoods
in my 03' Saturn yuh my 03' Saturn my 03' Saturn

Verse 2(mike cog
good times that i've had i know i will always remember
can't forget that shit like my birthday it's in September
come up with 300 bars and tell me i'm not clever
i learned you can't rely on people, just like the weather
i put 1/3 of my weight on you and you felt some pressure
now i wonder how i keep my shit together
all this shit on my Hp is my treasure
how this shit as light as a fucking feather
my progress in 1 year is hard to measure
hit the plug cuz hes coming back from Denver
i could never fold on mine tell em never
when i'm gone right how will i be remembered?

'03 SATURN [prod. Pegboi]

Mixed and Mastered by: @yak-sha
Cover Art by: @may_clara  <----instagram
beat: @pegboi

Corona:(mike cog)
alright a bitch gave me head in her daddy's Range Rover
but i cannot say her name because i think that you might know her
i feel like lil wayne the bitches texting me for closure
this game is for the taking, i'm keeping it like a 4 leaf clover
i ain't Jewish but i know these hard times will Passover 
solo cup as an ash tray, i only got 1 free cup holder
i'm thinking up these rhymes next to my GTA poster and im popping from the spring like to toast up in the toaster
i'm speaking the truth lean in a little closer
the bitch had to drive my whip i told her not to hug the shoulder
riding in the backseat is that my homie or my chauffeur
pull up cop a 12 pack from the motherfucking Kroger
my mom calls and asks if i'm doing what i'm supposed to
i cannot lie i tell my mama sorta 
my mind is running circles like i'm racing in Daytona and my flow is hotter than a summer day in Arizona
the bitch is mad at me she asks me "how come you are never sober?"
i tell her i don't know brrr
ain't you the one with the Bic in your Patagonia and you love to wear that shirt that say I <3 California
cbrook don't smoke, cuz he's not supposed to well that made him fall in love with corona.....
my mom says(x2)
 mike you been getting into a lot of trouble lately why can't you be more like cbrook just be more like cbrook i'm like ma uoeno shi ma uoeno shi

(pegboi switchup)

Turkish Royal(mike cog)
bad bitch, bad habit
bad bitch bad habit that's a Turkish Royal 
take another dab an it taste like coil
only got a few friends, but i know they loyal
said i got few friends, but at least they loyal
you sit back on raps, and you let em spoil
no socket, use the tin-foil
grew out that shit-talking from the soil
hit the plug tryna cop some oil
bitches always talking, call that 'barking up'
i'm witha bad bitch she tryna spark it up
so i take the game green and i spark it up
see so cool you can't roll with us
yes bruh, you talking tuff
see the problem is i don't give a fuck
sippin slow on my double cup 
you still babysitting your solo cup

Corona//Turkish Royal [prod. Pegboi]

Mixed and Mastered by: @yak-sha
Cover Art by: @may_clara  <----instagram

Intro(mike cog)
i go boom blat when i pop that
this just another sound track
this just another sound check
cuz mike c always fuck it up with the loud pack
white t's and a snapback
bruh wake up with a loud clap
i didn't bring my juul, cuz you know that i loose that

Chorus(mike cog)
catch me when i'm riding low, cruising with my seat back
spitting what i think is dope, i just need some feedback
need a little baby mama, foreign, with a green pass
if you told me that you loved me i would tell you that i need that
yeah i need that(x2)
the chick she go and throw it cuz she know i need that
all you pussies think that you can spit don't make me drop a sneak track
you best believe that, you and your boys don't need that

Verse 1(mike cog)
you see this rap shit bruh it ain't a joke
you think we want your problems, but i swear we don't 
when i'm talking business know i'm cut throat 
i just want the Benjis talking banknote
i just blow out smoke like a steam boat
sayonara that's all i wrote
and she said it's cool, whatever floats your boat
i said baby let me get that antidote
the code phrase is "what's poppin chicken"
then "nothing Belgium"
i tell you now, but it's not as smooth when you gotta tell em
like K Dot i don't do drugs i swear i just sell em
tell yo bitch to stay away she's a snake and she's full of venom
Wednesday now that's jean day and i kill the denim
stressing out, i smoke the loud just to ease the tension
aye aye i just ease the tension but when i breath, i feel conjested
i'm skipping class just as soon as they mark me present
so start the car i swear ill be there in a second
if you think you know me bruh you just be guessing
so shut the fuck up, i ain't tryna answer questions


Chorus(mike cog)
catch me when i'm riding low, cruising with my seat back
spitting what i think is dope, i just need some feedback
need a little baby mama, foreign, with a green pass
if you told me that you loved me i would tell you that i need that
yeah i need that(x2)
the chick she go and throw it cuz she know i need that
all you pussies think that you can spit don't make me drop a sneak track
you best believe that, you and your boys don't need that

Verse 2(mike cog)
it's plain to see that your love is spotty
i ain't ever tripping bruh i know who got me
that fake shit is never growing on me 
your girl know the french she say "guess who taught me"
i need it A$AP just call it rocky
i show love to Chi town like my name is Scotty
mike you tryna smoke?
i tell the homie prolly
and tell him i could never trip because i know who got me

Need That [prod. IcemanTrappin]

Mixed and Mastered by: @yak-sha
Cover Art by: @may_clara  <----instagram
beat by: @pegboi

*clears throat*
mikestape volume 1 
let's do it

Intro(mike cog)
i chill with the same you won't catch me with others
don't worry bout shit, except me and my brother
i keep my nose clean for the sake of my mother
i keep my nose clean for the sake of my mother

Chorus(mike cog)
i ain't give a fuck when i'm spitting truth
i ain't give a fuck cuz i know im smooth
tell her "i don't give a fuck when it comes to you"
baby girl.....i think i'm done witchu

Verse 1(mike cog)
get it got it done witchu girl
i ain't having fun witchu no
you thought i was in love witchu?
tell her i need something new
or just something soon think i need the change yeah ill move to Boone
chilling wit my night time girl say she love the moon
sweaty palms got me slipping i'm losing my grip
metaphorically speaking, i'm sinking my ship
right before we got the mugshot, i looked over at Chipps he said "mike don't even sweat we gon beat this shit"
went and payed that lawyer money and 8 months late I BEAT THAT SHIT
that's why i walk around with my hair long you can't tell me shit

Chorus(mike cog)
tell em
i ain't give a fuck when i'm spitting truth
i ain't give a fuck cuz i know i'm smooth
tell her "i ain't give a fuck when it comes to you"
baby girl, i'm done witchu

Bridge:(mike cog, peggy, bailey o)
mike c: alright so i straight up told this bitch right i said, i said i'm done witchu
peggy: what you tell her son?
mike c: i said, i pretty much said "sayonara" you know "peace, adios"
peggy: get the fuck outta her bitch i'm done
mike c: i'm done
peggy: i'm done baby
bailey o: wait watchu say?
mike c: i told her "i'm done witchu"

Verse 2(mike cog)
i'd be fronting if i wasn't, but i miss her when it's over
i know that fronting is disgusting, so i put it on my shoulder
i found my sound now and i think y'all know it
on some real shit i ain't sweating no bitch

Chorus(mike cog)
i ain't give a fuck when i'm spitting truth
i ain't give a fuck cuz i know i'm smooth
tell her "i ain't give a fuck when it comes to you"
baby girl, i'm done witchu

Done Witchu [prod. Pegboi]

mix&mastered: @icemantrappin

Intro:(iceman)

Verse 1(mike cog)
lil homie got noids, said hes high as a kite
i guess it's true, mike is a little strange when he writes
but i make it alright when i hop on the mic
i said i make it alright when i hop on the mic
that "dude, mike you should rap!" was fucking genius 
tell that pussy i ain't tryna scrap up...but my team is
i'm stuck in my Saturn tryna find my way to Venus
tell em "i ain't like you now, maybe you better in some pieces"
lost homies beat your ass next where the grass is the greenest 
whatchu mean what i mean bitch
walk in like "Yo, i copped a body someone show me where the bleach is"
pops got mad said not to do this on the weekend
i'm more than half-way through summer, i was tripping thinking we was just 1 week in
went to the pool got some deep throat in the deep end
only struggle was i had to keep my self from sinking
you don't believe me but i tell you that the truth is what i'm speaking
i would take a couple shots, but that's just more bodies, that need some bleaching
they need some bleaching
said she came to my crib and she left with bad kneecaps 
once wasn't good enough, twice on the relapse
looking out the window when she leave, hope no one see that
i'm rolling with some goons so i thought i should bring my ski mask
my face real cute, don't need no camera to see that, walk right up to the clerk *click clack* 
"where the green at?"
where the green at? lil bitch where the green at?
asking if its tru i told that bitch to mind her Beeswax

Verse 2(Fort Lenox)
mind your motherfucking business bitch and if the cops ask tell em you ain't see nothing
when i'm on the mic know i'm causing ear-gasams
tell your girl caution, one verse i have her smashing
fucking with the gang that's like a bad trip on acid
i advise you turn the other way when we passing
a black-lip bastard, life ain't been no picket fence they thought i lost traction
(nooo)
i'm to jiggy to ever slip
they nose deep in my business like an elephant
they see me rising up like Souffles
you should've joined the wave, well bitch it's too late
and i heard your boyfriend he's a cheapskate
he take you on dates get quarter waters and cheesecake 
i know you miss me, but i'm bout to fly out to a different city
different biddies show they titties at my shows now
i got hella hella hella hoes now
i know you miss it, but fuck you
kick rocks hug on to my coat tails 
im on one
ahhh she wanna Liu Kang kick it
ahhh she wanna Liu Kang kick it
i told her mind her Beeswax when she asks about my richess
i'm on a fucking different time now, i don't really got the time now
put you, on time out
haha fuck is you talking bout?

Verse 3(Da Goony)
i tried to tell her i'm from the gutter
when nights i thought plenty 
a niggas are busted sweeter then honey, lovers and money
judges y'all looking like the man, the money gon judge us
y'all know y'all gon blink twice soon as the money touch us i was thoughtless
and reckless, just going off my conscious 
i was passing by the corner store just crossing out my wishes
nigga take this, your mom knows i'm bout bad business
i was sorry i wasn't searching for forgivness
cancerous flow and my niggas got the sickness
breaking down the habbits 
ol boy let me get it like
breaking down the addicts 
cocaine let me sniff it like
im coming with the rachet oh roy
why you snitching like
*BANG*
you a false profit
when the real come in the room dog u feel cautious
stomach turning and all plus now you feel nauseas
and i'm flawless boy don't touch me cuz you know my entourage is
the niggas with gats hit the niggas with max i
i mean the niggas with bags put you jewlery in that
where i keep the 40 for rats there ain't no snitching attatched 
i mean, i mean, i mean
boyyyy mind your Beeswax, or get your shit back
i have your girl over at the crib she need some tic tacs
yeah ha she needa tic tac

Beeswax ft. Fort Lenox & Da Goony [prod. IcemanTrappin]

artist: @phiadelic <------instagram
mix&mastered: @pegboi

Intro:(mike cog)
i made a promise, whatchu know bout making promise
like ooo
i made a promise, whatchu know bout making promise 
said ooo
alright,

Verse 1(mike cog)
i made a promise to my momma that id take her to the islands
okay fine then, i got right up on my grind and haven't stopped sense
reaching newer nights still 5' 10''
wheres my bad bitch, smoking timeless
she like 5' 6'' -sipping nonsense
i need silence
tryna find out where my mind is
gonna take my momma to the islands
i got my shit down to a science 
cleaned up the scene, they won't find prints
got Mr. Polk for the fine print
shut up pussy boy, you don't spit
fuck the antidote, i got the potion 
title ain't given that shits stolen
aye aye
shut the fuck up i have spoken
my names mike cog, suck mike cogs my slogan
ha ha ha ha ha haha haha hahaha HA
I said hoes like loud-get passed around. 
i don't play that shit and look at me now
oooooo
aye aye 
look at me now
i said hoes like loud-get passed around i don't play that shit and look at me now
aye aye aye 
look at me now
hoes like loud-get passed around i don't play that shit and look at me now 
aye look at me now
I'm getting faded now, sedated now
you gone hate it how?
you gone hate it how?
hate me how?
aye 
you gone hate it now...yung mike c, faded now!
hoes like loud-get passed around, i never played that shit and look at me now

Verse 2(mike cog)
My solace is my red mic
i got resin in my black nikes
about time for me to act right
spitting digital on my focusrite
i see Mrs. Brook, so i act polite
really CJ that made me "act right"
quick shouts out to the First in Flight
really feeling myself in the low light
ain't a low life, i just roll dice-tryna roll twice
sun setting in the 919
and I'm just living life
you don't fuck with me?
you kidding right?
no comment, i just sip my sprite
my minds telling me no but I'm feeling right
aye I'm feeling right
aye aye I'm feeling right
my backs against the corner but, sometimes it just be that way
all this hard work is for something, hope i see the day
shouts out B. Pace and a motherfuckin Chick-fil-A
ill take a #1 no pickles with a lemonade
aye 

Verse 3(mike cog)
i made a promise to my momma that i'd take her to the islands
haven't fucked with you, and been fine sense
said peace out, you won't find this
fuck 5.0 you won't find shit
future vibrant
friends reliant, so don't try shit
bouta cross over seas like a pirate
spitting fresh to death, chewing strident
you make my head hurt, be quiet
make my head hurt, be quiet
selling bullshit, i ain't buying like no
aye mike cog lost who gone find him
like no

Outro:(pegboi)

Islands [prod.Pegbboi]

Part 1 [mike cog]
in case you forgot, then lemme remind you 
i make progressions in my booth
i mean look at where I've climbed to
all this bullshit i'm blind to
you tryna put me behind you
that shit don't fly dude
smoke a blunt i wouldn't mind to 
eyes red my throat dry too 
on a funky beat smooth
real homies keep my mind cool 
when i realize I've been lied to
aye i realize I've been lied to
an if you think for a second that i'm with some lame shit
just wait until the bass hit
imma make it i don't fake shit
me no comprendo lame shit
you thought you knew me you mistaken 
straight crib folks vacant
power moves stay makin
bitch on the side with some bacon
good times i take in 
with the weed smoke Jamaican
speed boat-speed racin
free smoke-no patience
these hoes-don't faze us
street closed-so we blazing
man i was just thinking
I ain't got no one to flex to
you speaking less truth then the devil in his best mood
so how bout you take my glass, an pour till i tell you to stop
man i don't got time
i don't own a watch
i don't need a fine
i run from the cops 
i got my highs an lows just like the stocks
always bounce back like some shocks
bitch i'm first up, remember the dot.

Part 2
okay
let me get all of this shit out my system
roll play, like oj
mike cog just beat the system
thank god, i know he did it
2 broads cant tell the difference
weed smoke fill the room like in scents
you my ride or die like no you isn't
life a bitch till i bite back
make a lame beat my right track
ask me why
cuz i'm like that
for a rat-boy set some mice trap
a game green, that's a nice wrap
told her suck my dick, or don't type back
all my boys we go way back
don't fuck with you cuz y'all lame cats
on my couch i'm just chillin
2 40 ounces just killed it
3 crowns all finished 
no doubt i feel it
i got my stash in a Rubbermaid 
pray not to get popped for my mother's sake
watch all of y'all fade away
on a lame bitch still skate away
i got white hair, no touch of grey
you a cute bitch, don't know what to say
rollin games, fuck a jay
y'all some lames, stay away
bitch i need the money now! 
open the cash vault
ashin my blunt on the asphalt
you a bitch, that's yo dads fault
hop on the train this the last call
doing me-and i'm past y'all
sour d-got me gassed out
first up- max clout
all your stories- gotta fact drough
stocks whip- its blacked out
if i keep rhymin- imma cash out
not you like no way
downing double its okay
tell you to let me do me
where this shit go? wait and see
i ask you "for real?" and you tell me "really"
baby what's talking the pills or the whiskey
abc on a bitch like i'm disney
plain to see who's real they right with me
no belief
i mean so to speak
in your talk its cheap.
bitch, you don't trick me

let me do me [prod. guccihamill]

@pegboi

Chorus [mike cog]
if it ain't me who else gone do it?
aye who else gone do it?
if it ain't mike c who else gone do it?
aye who else gone do it?

Verse 1 [mike cog]
my shit is so hot i try hard not to drop it
i got me some ganja that's gas in my pocket
i had my first show got me feeling like hot shit
higher then Sully in the motherfuckin cockpit 
yuh
i feel like i'm hot shit
that's right i feel like i'm hot shit
relax, i know that i'm not bitch
still dropping tracks like somebody come top this 
yuh
somebody come top this
come top this shit like a motherfuckin cherry
i'm trying new shit like it's January
my shit ain't the best but it floats like a ferry
i'm smoking an L with my homedog Nate Terry
mike leaving town, man that shit happens rarley
if i'm gone too long i miss my boys in Cary
like Peggy and Larry
they moved outta town got me blue like a berry
she want that Katie i ain't talking Perry
i need my boys back in Cary
so bring my boys back to Cary

Bridge[mike cog]
they played me your music;
if i'm telling the truth i did not feel it
i'm chasing some big dollar bills bitch
soon I'll be dropping some big dollar bill shit
first i need to drop incredibly ill shit
finish my glass just to fill it
i'm talking some real shit
go to sleep Raybobby shmerked
wake up and i'm still lit

Chorus

Verse 2[mike cog]
i'm tryna get right yo
i'm tryna get right yo
bitch i stay lit like a lightpole
only my mom calls me Michael
you do not know me so you cannot say that
you got me good once
i still got my payback
i'm tryna smoke blunts
you hit me with rain check
you stay in your lane
i remind you that trains wreck
mike speak some truth
so after i speak you say amen 
feeling myself in the PM 
i fuck up a beat like a demon
homie take life if you give him a reason
the closet needs cleaning
bitch i'm way better than decent
ask you to leave out my name when you speaking
man imma cop me another job, cuz ones not enough
just like the blunts, they come in a 2 pack, so we roll both of them up
me i get faded a bunch
like Mikey C fucked up it ain't even luch
man what is that shit to you anyway?
this is just how i live life on a day to day
basis
if you tryna be real then lets cut to the chase bitch
cuz all of this talking has got me real anxious
don't give a fuck bout my track but the latest
i said the last was my best
no this ones the greatest
it feels like i'm stuck on some same shit
dropping next week
like witch track? i'm faded

Outro[mike cog]
who else gon do it?
aye who else gone do it?
if it ain't mike c who else gon do it?
aye who else gone do it?
aye who else goes through it?
who else knows 2 it
right through it
by myself, i do it

Who Else ? [prod. pegboi]

MUSIC VIDEO ----- https://youtu.be/AYhmjvpTRe8




@icemantrappin
Verse 1 [mike cog]
i'm tryna get famous
i'm tryna get famous
so imma drop music like felly with flavors
im keeping it straight with my homies from Davis
hop on the train before it's leaving the station
i'm tryna get faded
i'm tryna get fucked up and see this girl naked
aye
and i got no patience 
2 fingers up so you get what i'm saying 
my shit is so loud that it smells through the mason
when i get rich take my mom on vacation
this music straight stupid leaving you brainless
young and i'm dump with a high expectation
going to work for that payment i'm chasing
yung mike c killing weed fragrence
walking round town with my eyes like an asian

Bridge [mike cog]
aye mike way lost
said his case severe
as of senior year i saw some fake friends go an disappear 
i got similar views as a mountaineer
a bad decision made me volunteer
i'm really feeling myself, maybe you should steer
yeah baby you should steer
i told you- told you i wouldn't get fucked up
yellin at me like "mike you got fucked up"
i mean really so what bruh?
feeling myself i just wish you would shut up
i change up my spit now cuz i got some rythm
told iceman to send me some beats imma kill-em
bitch i'm still chasing that feeling
thinking bout life an get lost in my ceeling

Verse 2 [mike cog]
i spit till the bass hit
and i, sip till i'm painless
i already told you i'm tryna get faded
this girl hit my line said she tryna do same shit
sip on the bottle, ash blunt on the pavment
2 fingers up if you feel what i'm sayin
aye
i don't need saving
remember these words "yung mike c gone make it"
last time you hit me up we talking never
bitch you gone right me off? fine ill do better
i walk with my mom out the detention center
she disappointed say "mike you know better"
i told her "i got it no repeat offender"
it's fucked up how people change up like the weather
aye fuck it whatever, man these just my thoughts in September

Bridge[mike cog]
enough of the talk
can i proceed?
no turn that shit down mike i'm trying to sleep
wait this the best part i need you to listen
shut the fuck up yo! you bouta miss it!

***Best Part***[mike cog]
you can't deny, that i'm improving
i go my own speed- fast life i'm choosing
game green, real nice cruizing
with the same homies that got my rap shit moving
my rap talk is fluent
i got zero worries the weed plant is blooming
sense when do you care what i'm doing?
my problems go bye-bye with what i'm consuming
if i take another then imma start puking
cops at the door yo we better get moving
bitch i'm on top with the roofing
even from up here i feel myself booming

get mike C famous [prod. icemantrappin]

beat and mix by @icemantrappin


Verse 1(mike cog)
oh i just took the bottle, right to my face
i think that my liver seen better days
and not to mention my lungs 
permanently stuck in haze but, nowadays, i'm getting high stacking plays
till i'm the best, like the valedictorians grades
i'm jumping over you lames thanks to the dope shit in my vains
i hide my nugget in my hanes
my third eye tells me whose a stain
y'all some zombies and i train
yes i stay drowsy ease the pain

Bridge(mike cog)
i stay drowsy ease the pain dog
might be liquor that's my favorite
too much Burnett's got me wasted
that shit's nasty fucking hate it
Cbrook slurring off the same shit
it's cheap as fuck so we keep dranking
pour me up a shot and imma take it
what i call "Low Fund Faded"
whatchu doing? come here franklin!
i'm replacing, the waiting with action
now i got some motivation
you think you fucking know me tell you check your information
something's changing now; i'm done playing
i'm all about my action, had enough of all the waiting

Verse 2(mike cog)
no more bottle, like where the drank go?
i think i saw it pull off with the pain yo
you some advertisement, and i'm the main show 
go ahead and leave the pain, but grab the drank yo
she put Bacardi in her lavaburst Hi-C
i live on Ivy and wear black Nikes
i'm righty, make a movie, call up Spike Lee
i don't wanna do you i'm too busy doing Mike C
you ain't the right speed
you nothing like me
stacking up my bank account O's like O'Reilly
tryna make it now can't seem to nail the timing;
i don't wanna do you i do Mike C
i'm just reminding

Low Fund Faded [prod. IcemanTrappin]

Intro: (mike cog)
i heard a couple people talking hella shit
something bout mike cog, like he can't run the shit
bitch i do me, and i fuck with it
you try too hard, have some fun with it
i pick it up then i run with it
this for all your talking- Shut up suck my dick!

Verse 1(mike cog)
people look up to me like the sky, and whoever dont gonna fuck with me when i die
i keep my shit true i can't lie, ask a homie tell you mike is a G and he rides
mike, he a G and he rides
yes i got talent shouts out to my grind
lost in myself you just cant read my signs
expressing my thoughts in my book full of rhymes 
i mean how would you feel, if i switched up on you?
like you switched up on me! 
shit got me pissed need to blow off some steam, tell mike c relax someone pass him his drink
they act like they know myself better than me
HA! you would of thought
captin morgan cup, i know when enough is enough

Bridge(mike cog)
not really i battle my limit
dance with the devil that shit got me spinning
bitch in my mugshot i'm grinning
i didn't care like a scrimmage 
i'm tryna light up , roll one with a bad bitch and kick it
i'm just getting started please do let me finish
I'm low on my breath, back up-gimme distance
see me in the cut with the grimlens

Verse 2(mike cog)
give no fucks just me and the business
late October, it's starting to get chilly
919 i rep for my city, a thot....hold on can not have me tripping
losing the pain by the hit, i'm bruising my brain from this shit
i pray for every single last one of my homies ducking the law with a bitch
just dip with my 6 (pack)

hold up..please let me breath

you got my attention don't let that shit go
class is in session and i'm on the road of discovering new heights i can go
mike cog on, his roll
crossing off the list old goals
i know all the tricks cheat codes

Chorus(mike cog)
work day and night i ain't lazy
from last summer still hazy
12 rolled up, we jumped off the porch, shit-gets brazy
old soul from the 80's
new bitch, that's my baby
they still calling me shady
it's been fuck all of y'all lately 

Bridge(mike cog)
so i'm doing this shit, para me madre y ese
and all of that dumb shit, yo no comprende
text message, ain't sending
you fuck wit me cuz i'm trending
she hide my dope, in her leggings
same shit just change up the settings
on vacation sippin out the yeti

Verse 3(mike cog)
i was tryna fuck, and now she wish she let me
girl your so "Wishy Washy"
drank got me gone drowsy
hot flow turned  my wax to epoxy
got me wishing for cold now, pass the liquor it goes round
some things, i ain't so proud but that's just a few, and i know how
to mix everything in and then balance it out 
tell you to come in see first hand what i'm bout
i'm from BSG but moved down to the south
your girl hit my line cuz she see i got clout
non slips-no slipping
no lie-i miss Tinely
deep in the cut-and i'm filthy
fast life- might kill me

Chorus(mike cog)
work day and night, i ain't lazy
from last summer, still hazy
12 rolled up, we jumped off the porch, shit gets brazy
old soul from the 80's
new bitch that's my baby
they still calling me shady
it's been fuck all of y'all lately

Wishy Washy [prod. IcemanTrappin]

Prod. Iceman Trappin

Into:[mike cog]
i might
i might
i'm mike
i might
mike take this shit to go 
one for the walk, second for the road
miss me with the talk bullshit it can go
pot is getting hot i got it on the stove
see me up on stage you thinking imma choke 
no lie i got close
pre slump for the show, get some water for your bro
can't even reach my toes
real shit i'll be fine nah, i say that everytime
get this shit off my mind
good things in good time
good weed-good high

Verse 1
i remember way back when
i just wanted rapper friends
now everyone a rapper i guess
look i don't want partner don't come at my neck
i'm just really rapping, show some respect 
your off the dome don't impress
i be writing out rhymes on my desk, smoking blizzies on deck
iceman drop this shit again
you say you got me, where you been?
theirs the shit that's unsaid
i was walking on a motherfuckin ledge
wilding out hanging 10
you ain't give a fuck about me then
don't you dare call me your friend
let's not do this shit again
tryna get myself known while i can
touch you like slim did to stan
can't let you in on my plan
but i'll let you in on a couple of thoughts
leave you to connect the dots
you think you knowing what i plot
ha, a pussy woulda thought
you tryna jack me of my sauce
shoulda coulda woulda not
mike ain't strike me for a boss
i'm og reaking from my socks
if you ain't with me that's your loss
if you ain't bout me get lost

Verse 2
i'm killing this shit from my head to my feet
iceman on the beat
smoking doja like it's free re-up every week
you ain't seeing what i see
you ain't breathing what i breath
white widow white t 
i'm no kiddo you tweak 
brown nosing the teach
my eyes stay low from the weed

Verse 3
busting my balls acting tough
old topic bring it up
nah don't what the fuck
wait, hold on, back it up 
i remember when you used to show me love
now you sweep that shit under the rug
"mike i ain't tripping" well you was
they repping my name just because
mike c why it matter? cuz it does
i got my guidance from above
they say i'm always in a rush
i feel the liquor in my guts
deal with my shit then i flush
i'm walking to school before i'm riding the bus
on her playlist like i'm Russ
nah it's mike c in the cut
take the beat out for some fun
lil pussy want his ones 
see me walking w a strut 
i hear you i just do not give a fuck

Verse 4
i'll tell you how i do it
1.)i rap this shit at my house
2.)send the shit to iceman, mix that at his house
3.)then i sit on my couch
4.)ice bonce it back, make me sound proud
5.)upload it to my cloud
6.)get that shit hype, it's my style
7.)then i drop this shit on you child

wild

some wisdom was spoken to me
this is verbatim what he told to me
"mike this rap shit won't come cheap, some big dogs gotta eat"
some big potential in my reach
making dollar bills, spend that how i please
thinking of bills in my dreams 
waking to bills in my jeans
good gracious oh geez

Outro
i was having some trouble on a track like this
thinking how do i end it i say some dumb shit and then you get offended
fuck school now, but till 8th grade i had perfect attendence
you balling out on some credit tryna mark me as a menace 
you ain't even know me i don't get it
fuck you 
all that dumb shit bruh i meant it

Shoulda Coulda Woulda

Hook
Plain to see that a mf switch yo
You ain't cool with me ain't give a fuck about your wrist froze
Sick bro
I ain't got it well I'm this close
Least i'm doing me like what the fuck you talking shit for

Verse 1 
We came thru and left smoke
Mike would you be ready if we test yours?
Yes lord
Ain't a pawn upon this chess board 
Mark me as a king so they be coming for my neck cord
Let me show you what i'm blessed for
Working through the night 
I finally wake up with my neck sore
Got me thinking I should rest more 
Looking at the game hold up I could crush the best score

Hook
Plain to see that a mf switch yo
You ain't cool with me ain't give a fuck about your wrist froze
Sick bro
If I ain't got it then I'm this close
Least i'm doing me like what the fuck you talking shit for

Verse 2
Make sure moms comfy where she sit before I put shit on my wrist
I got a dime and that's my bitch
Ain't got no time to play your shit
I push in all my chips
Like that's all there is
Now I wait back on it all to hit
Like Michael Myers when I spit
They'll send out flyers when I ditch
I'm getting higher with my chick
I told her me or me so pick
Finally noticing i'm slick look at the ocean smoking spliffs
Meaning as deep as the abyss
Young dumb and free i'm just a kid
Searching for meaning live the water help me with my drift
Soon as she melt me with her lips I find some shelter and I sip
Ain't stressing whatchu got in grip
You got that Helen Keller stick
I might just tell shit how it is
And hope that somethings gotta give
It's not a big deal I'm just coming up from the basement
Patient tackle what i'm faced with
Fragrant the tension in the room is mixed with my last dab I was saving
Okay then
Join the wave bitch
Stay the same kid
That's what they told me to do when I make it 
Mom thinks this is real nice we should hang it
I ain't even like it looking better on the pavement
I didn't really mean that
I'm sorry
I'm wasted
Mike only talks to me when he's faded
If that was true we'd be talking through the day dig
Buy my dad some wheels before I get my teeth plated

 Hook
It's plain to see that a mf switch yo
You ain't cool with me ain't give a fuck about no wrist froze
Sick bro
I ain't got it well I'm this close
Least i'm doing me like what the fuck you talking shit for

Verse 3
Looking like a grown boy
Grown boy
Pass your music out like old toys 
Oh lord
Do not tell me you had no choice
You a person with a voice
So if you had a problem you best of been making noise
That's the way she fucking goes boys 
Working for that dollar but had no joy
Oh boy
Buy my mom a house before i'm wipping round in Rolls Royce
Biggest of my dreams for now i'm serving 
Yes i'm employed
Hopping the pills don't bury me the fucking doughboy
Do whatchu told boy
Play this working through a late shift
Dollar dollar chasing
This life of your is whatchu make it
Acidic when you basic that's the way things were created
Won't catch me folding under pressure 
Pressure unfold onto me 
Pay me no mind when i'm around but you gon notice when I leave
And pop up on your feed
Some shit you really see
Enough talk I should prolly peace

This Close

Verse 1
Know some people don't give a fuck if I breath
My pillows tough I don't sleep
Counting blessings not sheep
Hippy talkin bout peace so you hear me talking bout peace
That's exactly what we need
They putting bombs in these streets
Shooting firearms where they teach
Government talking so bleak
See it repeat next week
Damn
**phone call Mrs. C**
"This is Barbra down the street
 When my sons with yours he smokes weed
 And that's a problem for me
Think we should link up and meet
Talk over coffee or tea"
"No thank you Barbra my son is 18 
And be honest you calling just offending me
Don't call me again I'll just let it ring
He's doing his thing"
No more narrating I talk for myself
How i'm doing quite well
Snatch your chick Drake Bell
Never had it so felt
Zero dollars my bail
Mike C going off the rails 
No money no sale
Just rolling like Dale
I had to much I'm pale 
You can't reach me on the scale
I swear that i'm gonna get it 
Put it on god
Just a little time country know Cog
Mike C got it on the dot
Find her sippin on the rocks
These pussies chicken I could tell my their pocks
Tryna swat me down like some wasps
People tend to talk a lot
Past tense that you forgot
Sorta wish you woulda not
Bitch
Mind Your Manners you mean
A yung boy 18 want zero problems round me
Change up on that bean
From the same cup I drink
Dumb choice don't think
Lord help me with the grief 
Gimme power when I speak
Tell the masses whatchu need
Strike me down if I seed
Won't drop the ball like Eve

Verse 2
You ain't got it I heard it dude
If I say it's poppin then you heard it's true
Loud mouth quiet now cuz i'm making moves
Really got it no teasing 
Window pain ain't easy
See me now no Stevie 
Wan't it all I'm greedy
Woke up in a good mood thinking imma kill this track today
Hop on this went bat shit cray 
Ain't poppin yet but that's okay
Real homies keep pressing play 
Nice flowers on my dusty grave
Mike C punk ass kid 
Tell that bully talking he can suck my dick

Verse 3
I'm really rhyming no need to diss
Try and do it won't sound like this
Growing pains without a pot to piss 
Just outta range fire from the hip
Damn Mike C really on his shit
Miss me when I'm gone lil bitch
You ain't sip strong like this
If i'm gone 3 days that's a long time missed
Up and downs got a mf queasy 
Tell mom pull the plug if I can't do my breathing
That's the truth no tweaking
That's my wish rest easy
Come and sit i'm speaking
Homies gon knock out whoever dare do me wrong
Bitch you care carry on?
Watch your feelings get pawned 
Look at me- so gone
Long hair short song
I'm gonna get it put it on god
Just a little time country know Cog

Mind Your Manners

Slicing up the competition easier to digest
Looking at a rapper bruh that's smaller than my biceps
Got my girl and I treat her like my highness
A lot of hate from you but homie you ain't hit my line since
Back when we would fuck around
Do nothing but just talk about our future and what's coming round
Let me tell you that I got it now
Yeah I got it now
I said I got it down
Yo Mike lemme tell you why I like you everything you drop is just something I can vibe to
And that's regardless of my mood
Dog you kill it, you got it and you rhyme smooth
There ain't really no need to flatter me
That shit go to my head and getchu mad at me
If I were ever to switch it'd be a tragedy
Mike C and I'm glad to be to do me wrong you get the team assault and battery
I ain't talking bout a fantasy
Me and my people stay connected like a family tree
Posted under canopy
Do it how it's supposed to be
Faded like my denim jeans
Do not tell my mama please 
She don't really like that
I don't like Mike I like Matt
Dog I'm faded like my black hat
I don't wanna hear no more "pop this" and "pop that"
If I'm honest that shit sounds wack 
I know I dropped it need my crown back
I got my 40 in the brown bag 
Ride around my city while I listen to my soundtrack
Yo Mike I hate you 
I mean look it what they made you
Whatchu mean you just said I was the shit
I guess a minutes long enough for you to go and switch
And I guess no matter what they gonna sleep on all my hits
I been feeling like I'm way to hot to ever drop a diss
My vision isn't lost it just got altered through the mist
I been writing up these scripts like a Dr. when you sick
It turns out I need and interlude to really talk my shit 
If I said it then I meant it get the fuck up off my dick
I don't give a fuck about the bling up on your wrist 
I work my hands to the bone I don't know when to call it quits
And it's fuck you if you can't see that
I'm This Close got my steez back 
Try hitting my line if you been wondering where I be at
Alone up in my room I crack a couple just to relax 
Sad, but these facts
You got no whip if your daddy take his keys back
I ain't shooting a shot bruh these facts
Try hitting my line if you been wondering where I be at

Lucy's Interlude

Verse 1
Don't give a duck like Daffy 
Mama proud that she had me
You the % on that Plan B
Flat rate Flat Stanley
Gimme world I'll be happy
Sell me work no taxing ride with Mike you'd gladly
Bitch mistake me with daddy
No bling to flashy
Nose ring not tacky
Pipe down I'm rapping
Mike Clown not happening 
Tired of feeling so crappy 
Why I kill this shit badly 
Competition can't stand me
Throw a dis and it's landing
Need me cake like Patty
Wax staining my khakis
Ice nailing them black keys
Shoulda Coulda Woulda NOT
Bust them sneakers right out the box
Left you hanging Wishy Washy
Bitches keep up they talking
Move in silence been stalking 
Do it like I ain't know better
Associate me with a go getter
Send me of with some rose pedals 
Deal with you like My Own Devil
Look at your favorite I'm better than him
Witcha bitchy I'm in
Dude
We ain't family no kin
I got a well and don't wish
If this ain't hell what is?
I pray my homie don't drift
Smoke an L I don't clip
Smoke and L in my whip
A piece of shit won't tip
Feel good in my grip
I ain't 
I ain't 
Ever do wrong tho
You to me is a long throw
Bitch gon fuck me for my song yo
Wax staining my fingers 
Mask off the reaper
I'm a white kid not Bieber
Bitch be sad I ain't see her 
I got
I got the courage stick it to the man
Smoking weed by the gram
Helps, I ain't seeing my fam
Some of them kicking in the promised land 
I got 2 woods and a bottle hand 
With 2 moves and a hot ol' plan
Real cool with a lotto grand
You a real tool ain't an honest man 
I mean
You bring me to topic and then you get mad I won't drop it
Wanna bitch to be honest
Wanna fool to pay homage 
You wanna make a hoe promise
That's the shit I ain't getting
Wash it down with some wiskey
Fucked around and got sippy
Blow up bring the crew with me
Stop the time it keep ticking
Gotta stay true to myself
If it ain't me, who else?
A running conciseness don't help
Lost cause oh well
Well get even in hell

My Own Devil

Hook
You call me if you need help 
Got it all but some wealth
Homie gotchu some help 
Know exactly how you felt
Living in a living hell
You calling ain't getting no answer
Calling over a dancer
That shits not the answer
Money and women give cancer that shit lead to know answer bruh

Verse 1
But do whatever you want
Nah, whatever your told
Got some balls acting bold
Let the truth be told
How I act cuz I know
They act different they don't 
All black she wear gold
I keep her on a short rope
Gripping tight won't let go
In the booth in my home
Talk my shit in my song
Real shit mask on
You gon miss me when I'm gone
See ya catch me when I'm on one
Couple G's I don't flaunt
Born with this not taught
They can't wait for me to rot
Let me show you what I got
Respect a lady like my mom
I treat my mama like a god
My shit really on god
Someone tell me it's not 
Put your ass on the spot
Give this music all I got 
Treat this shit like my job
Expendable I'm not
Shawty sipping on my cocktail
Got the blade in my sock
Life is a movie care to watch
Some people care to not

 Hook
You call me if you need help 
Got it all but some wealth
Homie gotchu some help 
Know exactly how you felt
Living in a living hell
You calling ain't getting no answer
Calling over a dancer
That shits not the answer
Money and women give cancer that shit lead to know answer bruh

Verse 2
I gone through a lot how I still play it cool
I done pissed off my mom she don't care what I do
Sinking feeling it's true
Late nights on the roof
Smoking, talking to the moon
Mike C whatchu wanna do 
Life ain't waiting gotta move
Bending bridges not the rules
Burning bridges from my room
Duck the police like a goose
You said you got me right or wrong
Now it's clear that you don't 
BITCH
3 people on my phone
Mama, Daddy, and my own
All the others had to go
Those 3 people plus some bros
Homies fucking up the code
Geez
Tension building bout to blow
Like me better when I go
Smell your bullshit in my nose
Why you into talking past tense
I was different that was back then
You would call me up for matching 
Or talk about who we macking
Split apart that happened
Look at me, I ain't lacking
I mistook you for a trashcan 
You misunderstood me rappin
Never thought that this would happen
You had me thinking I need that
Like I left Miami, need my Heat back
Tell her hush your mouth when some gs pass
We don't fuck around with I seen that
You get sucker punched call that Wii smacked
Phone Home Mike C smacked
Tell the ops to chill out, relax
It just hurts myself and I need that

Verse 3
Soaking wet, I'm dripping
This that Mike C ain't wipping
To turnt, what is it?
Always happens when I mix it
Yeah I gotchu don't risk it
This can't be fucking up business
It ain't to comfy now is it
This what you doing now really 
Running round town with some bitches?
Man I don't get it

Hook
You call me if you need help 
Got it all but some wealth
Homie gotchu some help 
Know exactly how you felt
Living in a living hell
You calling ain't getting no answer
Calling over a dancer
That shits not the answer
Money and women give cancer that shit lead to know answer bruh

Phone Home

Intro
Mike C
Summertime G
You know how that be
Gas on deck tank on E


Verse 1
Hey shawty, what's happenin
You don't mind my me asking
"no"
Need me somethin I'm lacking 
Need me somethin you have it 
Yo
Can't drop it like a habbit
Take my talent and I trap it
Light the blunt up by a matchstick
Way I'm flowing it's like magic 
All these problems you can have it 
Smoking gas up in the attic
Smoke a pack up wit a bad bitch 
Play it cool- no savage
You don't catch me with an average
Car full no baggage 
Full of money been stacking
Bitch I think I could manage 
Let me know if you understand me
Yeah I'll make it been planning 
Lose my shit when she dancing 
Mike C be chanting
Making raps making space 
Shawty hopped up on my wave
Dabbing often on break 
30 bars wit no break
Let me get a better take
Mama told me not to waste
Always knowing what to say 
Living only for the day
Rolling on the rolling tray
Nugget looking like some grapes
Bouta take it to the face
Got another wanna wait, or is you feeling to sober
Put me in I'm the closer
Put me in and it's over
Sun burning my shoulders
Long hair in October
Wanna see me on a poster
With my homies in a Rover
All black like I told ya 
You got tracks. I got folders
Nah, lemme get it right back
Iceman chopping up my raps
Make my old shit sound band
Hit my cellphone like that
Got the contents in my bag
Guilty conciseness got me sad
I be dosing off in class
Someone snatch me from the past
Like it if you didn't ask
Throw my old shit in the trash

Aye 
Aye

Verse 2
Mike C only got a class or two
You a phony pretty bad with truth
Bought a car let's see how fast it moves
Shawty good with that bad shit too
Own world on planet cool
Rolling pearls in a random room
Just some pre-rolls I'll be taking soon
Got her snapchat and her digits too
I'm washing in from that tidal wave
Dumb bitch thought I'd drift away
Had to cool and get my business straight
Everybody off in different ways
I'mma cool and get my business straight
See me kickin to the pearly gates
Leave it all on the Earth and paint
Broken promises add to pain

Summertime G

Hook
You got my back prove it 
Late to class move it
1 year later I'm still 03' Cruzin
Show me how she do it
I swear that i might lose it 
Same sundress same 03' movin (X2)

Verse 1
Mike whatchu wanna do
I just wanna do me
Fly myself no wings
Drink some beer in the breeze
Recap on me
We talk real brief 
Dumb shit make me sleep
Not one flare in my reach
Like the snare in the beat
Like her hair and her teeth
So i do myself, you do yours
That's the way it's supposed to be i got my foot in the door
Always looking for more.... I really want it oh lord
Feel my shit like an interlude don't try and test me lil boy


Hook
You got my back prove it 
Late to class move it
1 year later I'm still 03' Cruzin
Show me how she do it
I swear that i might lose it 
Same sundress same 03' movin (X2)

Verse 2
Let me fill my plate.. You take what's left
Guess that dude alright been really bout my left
Heard my track? That's cool, really ain't my best
I'd love to show you what's coming but i can't be having a pest
Been making all of this money
Where the fuck did it go
Fucked around and got comfy now it's time that we hit the road
Just grab my money and my backpack of clothes
Know that I ain't got it but I sure as fuck am close

Hook
You got my back prove it 
Late to class move it
1 year later I'm still 03' Cruzin
Show me how she do it
I swear that i might lose it 
Same sundress same 03' movin (X2)

03' Cruzin

Hook 
Everyday I don't do nothing but wait for you to call me on the phone

Verse 1 
Appalling I'm falling
Waiting on you to call me 
Reasons why you haven't yet I can't keep up this stalling
Act rude, how i rap good 
Know I'm past you 
You ain't ever call me so I thought that I would try you
Right move, nice juice
Got me feeling right too
Spot up at the dinner table ain't think to invite you
Cute bitch she like 5'2''
Help me ride smooth
Listening to fine tunes, God I hope this finds you
Tell my boys in Tinley that my crib is open
Knew that I could do it ever since singing at Rogus
Bullshit
Mike C going
Taking full sips 
Waiting on a full clip
C'mon Mike C don't dip 
Tell my baby pipe down
Cuz I'm right now 
No more Mr. Mike Clown 
Hit you with the right sound
Chilling with the lights out
Goals up in my sights now
Wishing you would call me this too long for me to type out
Got a problem take a bong rip
Homies on it
They resolve it 
Then we all sip 
Going off script
I'm a lost kid and my thoughts big
You ain't boss shit you hopped up in the wrong Lyft
When this all is over know that imma need my shit back
Spit facts
This slaps 
Waiting on a kick back
Need me this that 
"Mike C" as her wrist tat
tell her that that shits bad 
I ain't call to chit chat

Hook

Verse 2
If I'm honest I'm plotting
Make it off some nonsense 
Tell you that that's not sick
Fuck it, No more input
You ain't do it this good
Sipping on some big brew
How the fuck you do it?
You a snake and you a bitch too
Cut throat blunt smoke never ask me sup tho
Look there goes Mike C in his bum clothes
Soon I'll be rich ain't no way I'm dying dumb broke 
Dropping what they wanna click like and shuffle 
Lie down, fine now 
Posted in my hideout said that i was gonna go out but I'm high now
Wine down night owl
Adding tracks to my pile 
Mike or Mike yes you pick your side now
Sippin' on some P.J.
Rellos from the Speedway
Homie whatchu doing it's a mf weekday
Thank you I ain't know that 
919 I post at 
Lot up on my mind i need to relax take a slow drag
Wake up knowing why i wrote that
Erik tell me I'm too hot to post trash
Bitch, I'm Mike C or a close Matt
Grimy all day I ain't really nothing to poke at
By now, I thought you'd know that
I got the rhythm like my bros back
Yes I feel good, I smoke wax
You ain't got me fooled fit Texas in the growth gap

Hook

Everyday

I woke up in a good mood thinking imma kill this track today
Hop on this and went bad shit cray
Ain't poppin yet but that's okay
Real homies keep pressing play
Nice flowers on my dusty grave
Mike C -> punk ass kid
Tell that bully talking he can suck my dick
I hope you drop some big weight on your little pinky toe
Say you got me but you don't
Often running with some hoes
I'm doing real shit with my bros
Camera watching strike a pose
Fanta capturing some dro
Ransom asking bout the dough 
$1500 in my coat
Competition ain't close
Woah

Verse 1
Mike C you could call me Mr. Mr. 
Yes it's dirty rinse it
I'm a boss please homie don't forget it
Feels like cherry picking
You like barley spitting
I'm like Cary kicking
I'm like very gifted
Homie barley spitting dropped a track forgot to kill it
Woah
You see me walk in the building
Like my vision? Lets build it
Me and Ice make a killing
Mike speaking for the children
Stack my money to the ceiling
You ain't bout it ain't like that
Tough guy gone bite back
All bark gone buy stats, a rat boy in a mice trap
Right there that's a duo sing your bitch like Bruno
How he hot but he cool tho
Mike C in a loop hole 
I ain't fuckin with you tho
Keep my sister from you hoes
See me kicking at JUCO
Mike C I no U no
How he hot but he cool tho?
Pullin off in that 2 door

Verse 2
You know i do what i want
Skip class, smoke blunts
Full belly full cup
All talent no luck 
Off balance it's fun
Fuck me I know why
Fuck you and your lies 
Elementary rhymes
You a friend to me? LIES
Don't pretend to be mine
Go talk that shit bout the kid, just know in the end that it's all coming back to me
Remember me starting all y'all would laugh at me, funny how it change i got you attacking me
Apple don't fall far from the tree
Ball rolling no catching me
Made this inside of a week, working late with no sleep 
Geez

Verse 3
You think that a kid finished
Nah a homie just started
Long hair no barber
Dead friends no charger 
Dare to take this shit farther 
Take a little kids father
Write a book i'm no author 
You got nothing to offer
Me and Ice on top bruh, why I talk with no caution
Shit
You won't catch me in the mix
With some pussies ain't a bitch
I'm bout as real as it gets
You just watch from the fence 
Jumping when I say when
Judge Mike C as a 10
I know the shit that I said; Stick by that till the end
See my vision like a friend
All a homie does is win
Blowing over like the wind
Seems like you don't wanna love me
Sorry daddy don't have money, yo
Grab my 40 like a butt-cheek 
I'm a shark and you a guppy 
How you acting is disgusting
Big dog you a puppy
Mama tell me she can't trust me
Shoot me down, theirs no running
Long hair like some druggie 
Face looking lil fuzzy
Don't stamp me with your lable
Put the cards onto the table 
You a baby need a cradle
To my face, I took a razor 
Ask me why cuz y'all made em
No, I'll talk to you later
Truth is that I hate ya
Make it rain I'm the waiter 
Flying planes on the radar don't ask me for a favor
Remember you thought i was ugly 
Now you snapping tryna fuck me
Bitch
Make me sick to my tummy 
Little kid with some money
See your lies no dummy 
Get you what you got coming 
Won't get shit from you stunting
Smooth talking I'm cunning
See your tricks no punking
Watch how Mike C does it

Verse 4
Mama say she don't like me plotting
Daddy tell me he doesn't mind
A real man could respect the grind
I got a lot to prove in a little time
I got a lot of friends, few ride or dies
Fuck a friend, brothers by my side
I'll carry yours if you carry mine 
Baby time flies, but you slow my mind
I know that you love me but you gotta let me go :(
Send me off with a rose 
Pour some out for your bro
Raise your glass for a toast
Easy come- Easy go
Send a homie off with smoke
Down Shits Creek on a boat
Like me better as a ghost
Sorry baby gotta go
Woah

I no U no

Hook
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you bitch my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy
Who am I kidding got my 40 with me
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy 
Who am i kidding got my 40 with me

Verse
If I ain't got it i'm close
Mixing drank with some smoke
I ain't bout to fake shit you know
Everything that's shinning ain't gold
Keep on reaching for toes
I been climbing up ladders crossing off goals
Tight with the florist got the nicest rose
You still fuckin round wasting time with hoes
Look at me, know I can't do that
Slide on a bitch then i'm asking for my juice back
Mike C kill it like boom bap
Bring around your J's you just asking to get shoe snatched
Got some attitude? Lose that
Got some packs to move? Move that
Just know I can't do that slide on a bitch then i'm asking for my juice back

 Hook
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you bitch my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy
Who am I kidding got my 40 with me
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy 
Who am i kidding got my 40 with me

Verse 2
Chilling through the day I don't really want a problem
Get in from the back like the front is not an option
Chilling when I blaze had some problems but I lost them
Homie know it's true when I tell them that I got them
You can't do it like me bitch i'm different
Mike C like the money, gifted
She a snake but homie who isn't
Real mixing with fake hard to tell part the difference
I need to get my people lifted
Have my mom pimpin
Dreams to reality hold all the wishes
Along with my breath till a fucker stop kickin(X2)
You come up with nothing like your bitch went fishing 
Iceman on the drums with my flow and my rhythm 
I need me a house big ol pool I can swim in
Just need me some distance nobody gon visit


Hook
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you bitch my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy
Who am I kidding got my 40 with me
Leave it to a hoe to diss me
Fuck you my bros will miss me
Summer movin got my shorty sippy 
Who am i kidding got my 40 with me

My Bros Will Miss Me

Intro
I know Mike Cog can rap
But you think he could make it?
I don't know man I like what he's saying mean so smooth he amazing
I would be shook if yung Mike C don't make it
What the fuck was I saying
Oh right Mike Cog yeah I know that dude
You can put it on me dog I swear he's cool

Verse 1
I didn't learn it this shit wasn't taught
White-T same color my socks
You gotta fuck with whatchu got
There's a twist up in the plot
Road to no where like your job then i found it what's the odds 
Sheetz pick up for the pods
Switchblade right by my wad
I got it good thank you mom
Thank you god

Hook
Same damn shit I'm still busy doing Mike C 
Looking like a hood rat in my don't fit White-T 
Wanna know some truth I just fuck with saying Mike C
Too damn burnt to consider if they like me
Iceman on this shit and that's the only thing that's icy
Messing with the kid you end up on live leak
Homie show me love like in 2 days I'm dying 
Hop on now bitchyou'll nail the timing

Verse 2
Mike C used to rap slow yes I did
I feel like I gotta go in
And how I deal with that is like none of your business dude
You like this track dog just wait for the interlude
I got the shoe and this shit is not fitting you
Ain't gotta clue just the music i'm giving you
Listen to this or do not fuck a critic dude
Feet on the table relax in my living room
This that Mike C where you been
School, work, rap when I can
Bool, church, wax by the gram
Too damn burnt i'm smoking Afghan 
With some rubber bands to ease the pressure
Can I make it happen soon well finally see
Spike the game I just need a setter 
Bruh my rhymes get better listen closely please
Mike C used to rap slow yes I did
Might go back to that shit after this
Mike get back they shooting at the kid
I mean flight time I ain't fighting with a bitch
In the right mind I got doubles for my shift but night time Mike C getting right with his
When I am gone like Sierra i'm Mist
I could throw it right at you you'd still miss my drift

 Hook
On my same damn shit I'm still busy doing Mike C 
Looking like a hood rat in my don't fit White-T 
Wanna know some truth I just fuck with saying Mike C
Too damn burnt to consider if they like me
Iceman on this shit and that's the only thing that's icy
Messing with the kid you end up on live leak
Homie show me love like in 2 days I'm dying 
Hop on now bitch you'll nail the timing

Verse 3
Mike C used to rap slow yes I did
This the third time I say this someone hear my wish
Empty ass room when some shit starts to trouble us
Cash flowing in I just let that shit puddle up
Mike Cog and Iceman you can't get enough of us
You vs. Mike Cog go head hand you the runner up

Don't Fit White-T

Almost killed by the catch
Thank god I didn't crash
Monkey hanging on my back 
I was slipping through the cracks
Tryna leave it in the past
Mike c did dash
150 on the dash
Tell em they can kiss ass

I be spending racks like I got a bitch pregnant
No time to kid for a second
I ain't even independent 
Mama's house I help her with renting
The thing about living it comes with a lesson
And it's often unexpected
Got some people who dependent 
I ain't looking for an exit
Copped a whip for my brother and me 
So we could get a degree
No contemplating get what I need
Theres bigger fish to fry in the sea
Pay for a lot, don't pay for weed tho
Home improvement call me Home Depot
Piece of shit provide for his people
Up at 5:00AM to get me a c-note
emo
Bitch is emo
Murdered out you think I'm emo
Make some money, it's all legal
This shit wont make it to regal
You make $7.25 working the summer
and you flexing beast mode
I ain't into antics I be starving and I gotta eat tho
look
I ain't making a hit
I be talking my shit
This ain't the track to get to back and start grinding your bitch
Maybe if I yelled "TURN UP" than this would be a hit 
Man a lot up on my brain don't mean to come across as a dick
But you don't know dude what I go through
This is real, organic produce
Life a bitch and she don't owe you
You can figure out your own truth
Life too short to be pissed
Preciate my situation whatever it is
And I could tell you some shit like working 40 HOURS even if I'm sick
Cuz a bill collector ain't think I'm charming
Bill collector ain't care I'm starving
Miss 1 payment credit gets markings, mama said sometimes you just cant say sorry
This my life I ain't bout no stunting
You hot on Insta, real life ugly
No I did not see your sub-tweet
At my house just know I'm comfy
No Daddy's money no nothing
On my socials you see nothing
I assure you I'm still ugly
Fuck how I look I'm chasing money
We ain't talking hope you lovely 
I got bread and that ain't lucky
Like good grade from all night study I earned my shit I ain't no dummy
Been so long why I'm still running? 
Prolly cuz my head still fuzzy
Ground Hog Day I wake up clumsy 
Murder this shit like Ted Bundy
Got this shit man long time coming
Disrespect me call it lucky
Hadn't spit you think I'm rusty?
No, I did not think so honey
Sometimes you need better than your best I'm trying to perform when everything a mess
If a homie need it tell him say less I got my people even out the nest
I know you got it, parents send checks
Big dog on the block you prolly have sex
New whip you posted #blessed
Lay down some shit thats building on my chest 

AND YES

That shit is annoying
Thats like 16 year old me boasting about my lawyer
And granted $500 wasn't a fortune
But even back then I could afford it

Maybe I'm flexing a little
I'm trying to make what your daddy makes trippled
You gotta speak up when you come from the middle
I'm spending my money like facing a pistol
They ain't living life if they said it was simple
More often than not I find me in a pickle
I tried to be civil, now here come the missile 
If you ain't feel the wave you be touched by the ripple
I'm over you hitting my line for advantage
My parents ain't loaded but we always manage
My life ain't a movie won't see it on camera
Jump on the train or get left where you standing
It's easy man how are you not understanding
Better my stances
Take care of my parents
Those are the people that gave me my bearings

40 HOURS [prod. IcemanTrappin]

man
something keeps bugging me what the fuck is it?
it’s been on my mind for to long of a minute 
i’m thinking that it’s about time that i kick it
or maybe it’s you and myself that should kick if you think about it there isn’t a difference
well maybe some distance
and silence brings crickets
look now that we grown can we please cut the gimmicks
i think what it is got a mafk itching
is i never changed and you got all different 
you made a wave and i suck at swimming
i begged you stay and you wouldn’t listen

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

want attention well i give u a dog bone
an tell ur ass to walk home
used to fuck w me u ain’t fuck w me no mo
but it ain’t a gain without loss yo

my mother was worried i ain’t gonna make it 
i come home wasted faded in a basement
thank god she had patience 
now i got it fuck whatcha sayin
mike do you love me? i ain’t picking favorites
this ain’t come in waves the shit come in phases
when you getting ready you look through your faces
i’m realizing now that all of them tasteless

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

hop on the mic and i’m so smooth
i hope your promises hold hold true
if you forgot they’re supposed to
like i told you 
that i’ll hold you
when everything just seems to be a mess
come on over u know the address
you expecting any less?
i don’t wanna sit around and text
fucking around like i ain’t gonna kill this shit
you speaking to me as if i ain’t really lit
right now i ain’t in the mindset to deal with it
i know exactly how you gonna get
all in hissy fit
send me a tittie pic
thinking that it’s gonna get me give a shit
don’t wanna let  her in
but i’m a gentleman 
proceeding our meeting my actions are tentative 
i gotta learn to let shit go
cuz hanging on to anger gets old
if you love some body let em know
a perfect timing doesn’t always show
as for me i’m gone for the races
ran so far i forgot what i’m chasing
i’m alright i don’t need  saving
doing me i except you to hate it

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

everything clearer when i start my spitting
uncover a message that’s previously hidden
i apologize i know i made myself distant 
everybody had an opinion 
i was sick an tired of tripping
i’m coming back on my conditions
and everything is forgiven

used to hang around
we don’t hang around no mo
my celly rang
but you ain’t on my phone

used to fuck wit me
you ain't fuck wit me no more
but it ain't a gain without loss yo

PHASES prod.[IcemanTrappin]

Listen do what makes you happy
Thats not easy sadly
Wish I still had acne
Right now I feel crappy

Up before the crack of dawn i'm sipping something strong and righting wrongs
Me and myself we get along ignore me with the shit i'm on
Time is flying won't be long
If you ain't want me I'll be gone
Wake up drowsy on my lawn I got me if you doesn't dog

I don't want drama
You just bring problems
On some big dog shit bank account commas
I don't talk to no one
People like to gossip
And when they talk about me it's out of pocket
I don't want drama
You just bring problems
On some big dog shit bank account commas
I don't talk to no one
People like to gossip
And being honest that trait is really toxic

Working for the weekend drinking drowning demons
Got a lot to say but I ain't really speaking
Closet needs some cleaning
I should hit the G -pen 
Life already flying it ain't help that I'm speeding
But sometimes, It pays off to be quiet
I was thinking we could be alone and conversate in private
It don't have to be an island but if you wanted i'm a pilot
Just me you and some silence this is my attempt at trying
Time flies I wish it went slow
My heart 24k gold
Everybody say they want smoke
Drug test and uoen smoke
You was hanging onto my coat but then you sort of went ghost 
What it take to let go?
Mama tell me I'm grown but I don't really feel old
I never did what I was told
Now I'm fine all on my own
Started reaping what I sew that meant to let go
But I was thinking that it don't 
Well
Mike C fuck whatchu know, hesitating like a hoe 
Face first into the snow fuck it i'm already cold
But I ain't shiver no more
What's done is done leave it in the past
Never look behind my back
That'd throw me off track worry bout me an my cash
2 more weeks 1 more stack
Meanwhile go to class
Working harder than your dad
You-zigged I-zagged
Now i'm getting to the bag
You know me? You don't know that
We don't ever even chat
Just a hello when we pass
What the fuck is up with that? 
Start to wonder "what's the catch?"
Maybe I should save my breath
Give this shit a fucking rest
Happy knowing that I'm blessed
Lot of living before my death
Smile cashing in the check

I don't want drama
You just bring problems
On some big dog shit bank account commas
I don't talk to no one
People like to gossip
And when they talk about me it's out of pocket
I don't want drama
You just bring problems
On some big dog shit bank account commas
I don't talk to no one
People like to gossip
And being honest that trait is really toxic

The pretty thing is life come to an end
Spend that shit with family and a freind
Wake up and go do that shit again
I sure am gonna miss it when it ends
Pray to god when I go i'll ascend 
It don't really matter I'm dying content
Gave this shit 150%
Ain't ever to late to start making amends

I don't want drama
You just bring problems
On some big dog shit bank account commas
I don't talk to no one
People like to gossip
I wish that y'all would stop it

CHIT CHAT prod[IcemanTrappin]

mike c bitch

I ain't holding onto nothing but with money i'm a pack rat
Need it? I got it just request me on the cash app
My father say I got it because I ain't a Dad yet
"Give it some time mike, they gonna nab that"
Doing me I hope that you're jealous
Get bent back cuz mike c ain't selfish
Ain't you late for T-time or tennis?
I gotta make back the money I'm spending
Life a little rough thats the way it aught to be tho
Make you appreciate you're time off and people
Summer day-Jordan Lake- riding on a speed boat
The truth will set you free but why it got to sting yo?
Pretty good at rapping....can't sing tho
I ain't stressing no more- money all legal
Need me less problems I don't need me hoes
Looking for a honey whose about helping me grow
That sounds peaceful
Type to rub my back while I'm catching up on sleep bro
And preferably a deep throat 
Let me stop talking bout things I think I need tho
When the world filled with evil wishing everyone would treat a stranger like their equal
Ain't that sound peaceful
1 time homie pass that diesel
Life real good but low-key it suck
You rolling a dutch, I'm sipping my cup
We're faded a bunch
Now don't we look rough?
Ignoring your calls, cuz fighting ain't fun
I'm good
Baby I'm good 
Don't know when you're gonna learn that I ain't the one to push
No i'm not hood, got a problem hard to drop it like a really good book
Little off track
I forgot to put a hook
You sorry? I'M SHOOK like when Erik rolled a blunt that was bigger than his foot
You always talking never say nothing
Sensitive subject.. hurt, so don't touch it
Love me don't trust it 
Sex with no substance
Easy just does it
Learn to say fuck it
I'm cool
I think that I'm cool
But I've been it for awhile and I'm running out of fuel
Mike c you a fool
Smoke in Chase's basement like it didn't have a roof
I ain't see you in a minute, how bout a recap
Rugrat, rough-patch, stuck like tree sap
But now we back
Honey ain't you heard it?
MIKE C GOT HIS STEEZE BACK
What up?
What up?
Baby I got it you just really need to trust
Found love
I heard you found love
I been looking for it too but I just don't give a fuck :(
Got racks
Homie got rack
I been rolling through the city people thinking that I trap
Iceman got the team back
Tell your mama and ur daddy and ur granny mike c back

Baby I'm Good [prod. IcemanTrappin]

Were you aware that I got my wisdom teeth out?
So nowadays I'm eating hydrocodone on my couch
In my house

Will I ever make it?
My mama had her doubts
Always fucking up remember she can't even count
But she's happy I'm around and I still try to make her proud
Shawty hit up all your friends mike c flying into town
I was a broke boy hanging with the rich kids
200,000 miles on that piece of shit I'm wippin'
Making $8.00 an hour scrubbing plates washing dishes
Tryna get my dick in any of these women
Went and made some money and I'm in the same predicament 
Finish work then my dad and I go fishing
You ain't in my life so how I'm feeling ain't your business
Make me go ballistic
Remember that I ain't nobody's trick, bitch

On the wall in my room is an X games poster
Flew out west to Boone now I'm heading into Beaufort
17--gray hair guess I'm getting older
Mike c--death date, everyday is closer
As cool as I can be with it praying that It won't hurt
(If I) go before my mama than somebody better hold her
Mike c-- long run, wouldn't be so sure
Peggy beat my ass if ******** come over

I know that I'm a clown don't you see what I been juggling 
Flying town to town in my down time I been studying
Plus I'm working full time....yeah I brought that up again
Hadn't talked to no one now you know just what's been up with him
But no one wanna hear sorry ol' me who still live at home free
Everybody know why my celly don't ring 
I mean
*ding*
Man, mike c.....
No one thinks its cool that you wear a white-t
Man geez
It look like you don't eat, or like you got a drug problem in it waist deep
He said he's chasing his degree
Mike was way cooler when he used to smoke weed

High school led to college 
And college led to problems
Maybe I was just to dumb before to know I got em
So I eliminate what cause it
Focus on a profit
Told some people fuck yourself that's just me being honest

You ain't that important to fuck up my day
My head tucked into my hoodie you know that it's grey 
Don't waist your time with what everyone say
You either deal with that now or take that to the grave

*Peggy switch-up*
You better cop your pilots license before you think of tryna pass me
Only 2 seater, why the fuck I need a backseat?
Ask me what I'm doing man I do what make me happy
And what I gotta do to get whatever that I'm lacking

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