#71 Songtext
von MIKE

Don′t trip out on that mission cuz it's more ways, more bait
How to bring that chicken to your doorway
Ignored so I had to put they city on the tour dates
Insured I know Naavin got like twenty on the court case


My papa know it′s heavy what I stored, I be spending
It ain't hard to see the blessing it's in 4K
I can′t forget the effort, when the course changed
Absorb pain, I ain′t never get up when the horde came
Want it glisten on my necklace like it's sorbet
Short wait, do a lil flexing for the poor days
He ain′t get no bread, it's giving shortcake
I grew up type religious but ignored faith
I been gettin superstitious, gettin more grays
I think niggas want me missing, on the fourth page
Born strange, can′t listen to a nigga what a dork say
These niggas hardly vicious but got war paint
Poor takes, it never be specific, at the core shade
Floor break, everytime I'm spitting or record takes
Sore thanks, I could tell it isn′t from a warm place