WYC4 Songtext
von MIKE

I′ll give you what you came for, you give me what you got
Man I never learned to skateboard but I learned to grind
Some my niggas had to make more, so they turnt to crime
When they told me I would stay poor, when I learned to rob
In her mind I put a claymore, she love the way I rhyme
She like you gave me cape for, you bouta save a thot
I remind her of a break boy, dancing on her box
When I'm out the states, drinking on a Bock
I got Cartier like Playboi, X"s on her heart
What I′m known in every state for, standing on a lot I'm the man in every way form, hand a nigga loss
I know passive how I came off, manic in the thoughts
Know a gang of niggas day job, standing on a bIocks
Stacking in case the rainfalls, hanging for the drive
On this path it bouta take long, I'm thankful for the ride
Talking bad on niggas name dog, raising for a 5
Yo get smacked like im the 8 ball nigga in disguise
Do you badder for a great cause, shake a nigga pride
No it ain′t a game