I don't really trust nobody
So I won't show no emotion inside me
Heard way too many stories about hoes in hotel lobbies
Gotta protect this art like Pablo & Dali
How many boys done fell in the trap
How many lost it, like Pablo to Cali?
Meanwhile some man wanna try me thinkin' I sing too much
It's Mikano but call me Midas, niggas get crushed in a single touch
Nah, we ain't got issues
But if man got problem we're gonna fix you
Kiki's on that Mitsubishi
'Cuz, we ain't doing jujitsu
We ain't doing Ricardo Tisci
Man, this fashion ting like Disney
Some of these kids just look like pets & they greedy for cheese just like Mickey
Are you sick in the head?
Bars stay over your head like Mitchell N Ness
Miss me with that diss, I'll make a mess
Should address me as Messi
Especially since I've been scoring so deadly
Why so serious? Man are all jokers
How could you ever be threatening?
How could I ever be slept on?
Serving niggas every time I release, might as well open a restaurant
Are you sick in the head?
Niggas tryn' leave me for dead
I'm a ghost
I'mma make sure they see me instead
Every day of the week
From the streets to the bed
In this game of chess, I'mma make sure niggas ain't breathing again
Goddamn, it's season again
And I'm ready for war with a fire flame spitta
That I keep as a friend
My niggas gon' ride like Tesla
Applying that pressure
When I keep it a hundred I can't get a ten
Is you sick in your head?
Telling your stories about me, I guess you know me
No, I don't know you my nigga, don't try to "lil' bro" me
Bad b come to the crib, she finna OD, okay
Girl so bad I don't know if I'm seeing the homies tonight, okay (x2)
I won't lie anymore
Can I ease your mind from the tears every morning
Season passing, I can't tell if it's for sure
I ain't tryna front, I hate when you ignore me
Scrolling through the gram as I watch all your stories
Everybody does it, ain't no exception
If so, I just want you to show me
Why you tryna act as if you don't know me, yea
Fuck all these niggas who had you before me
Right now I'm drunk off Henny
Drunk off that 40
On the phone saying I need you as if you owe me
You said you had to show me something
Well, show me
Bad b come to the crib she finna OD, okay
Girl so bad I don’t know if I’m seeing the homies tonight, okay
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