Postcards

(album: Becoming King - 2013)

[Mickey Shiloh:]
Yeah
We ain't got nothing for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards
King Los
Yeah...

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shitting on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sitting on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothing
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothing for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

[Los:]
Ugh, in one week I see two, three jets
Zoned like a 2-3, Gucci sweats
I'm a trapper keeper keep that loose leaf fresh
That's packs of paper, stacks of acres
I mack, you [?] I'm rap's new savior
I should tattoo haters on my nuts cause that's where they be
Yeah they be, trynna follow me and be ahead of me
Seventy, severed Chevrolet and bumping Heavy D, steadily
I just get my mack on nigga, never back out
Never turn my back on niggas, I just black on niggas
Like lights out, iced out, if these niggas way beyond my motherfucking wipeout
Niggas ain't trill, ain't built like this
This my real life bitch I pay bills like this
I just feel like I could make mills like shiiit
So I shit mills (meals) out while you feel like shit
Chill, you don't want none of this here
I summon this here, this my summer this year
And I'm stunting this year on a pj
How the fuck I make it out without a DJ, woah

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shitting on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sitting on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothing
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothing for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

[Los:]
I'm somewhere under Palm Trees
With a blonde piece within arm's reach
Y'all niggas ain't blowing that strong either
I had a little talk with a palm reader
Say money, money, money, money
Coins, coins, cash, scrilla
Drop, lamb, got, damn
Going, going, fast, nigga
Zoom, I'm somewhere on the moon looking down
You [?] stuck somewhere in the room looking round
Who cooking now? Me (Ugh)
Who the fuck thought it could be [?] (You)
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T-I-N-G, I can see
A lot of that coming from your clique right now
So I'm writing postcards in this bitch right now
Like ugh, next time you see me I'll probably be different
I told you niggas
You can run back and tell the whole fucking city when you saw me
I was looking like a whole new nigga
King

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shitting on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sitting on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothing
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothing for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

(Tell them you'll need this)
We shitting on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sitting on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothing
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothing for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)