My Story (Dlog)

(album: DLOG - 2021)

Hotter than a sauna
I got more bucks, got more white than a bitch named Madonna
Lil' nigga, come check my status
Mike ain't never been average, I make it happen
Give me a bag, I'ma pack it
When I get mad, my chain get pissed
When I get sad, my ears shed tears
Been in the game three years
It's taking a while 'cause' I'm pure
I'm better than them, I'm sick, no cure
Bonafide niggas don't have no fear
Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear
Made two bands up in two minutes
My music make money slide
When I leave, make bitches go suicide
When I got in the game, I got crucified
I ain't take no handouts, nigga
Why you got your hand out, nigga?
I'm flyer than any bird of a feather
You focused on bitches? Bruh, get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers (Uh-uh)
Almost put the ho on a strecher (Uh-huh)
Got five missed calls, won't text her (Uh-uh)
Lil' shawty always been extra (Uh-huh)
This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (No Tesla)
I run this game, come catch up
Step on something apply that pressure
Niggas mad, but I can't help 'em

I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty

These niggas be pocket watching
Can't say shit, 'cause I'm twenty in the 2020 (Vroom)
Moving work in that Challenger (Challenger)
While your bitch giving brain from the passenger (The passenger)
Niggas can't keep up with me unless I let 'em
He gon' trust that bitch unless I tell him
Promise your homie is not your real homie
You think that's your homie? Then go 'head and test him (On God)
Take her on a trip (Trip), put it on her lip (Her lip)
Watch how young niggas get drip
I got some baby mamas tryna strip (On gang)
I got some young niggas tryna clip (On gang)
Thought we was homies, now you below me
It's funny that pussy can make niggas phony
It's funny that money can make niggas ho me, hold on (What you say to 'em, though?)
But like I said, Double Lamb OG
All my niggas got beats, they eat
Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats
Before one time, I slide G3
Yeah, my whip don't got no keys
Yeah, my bitch don't got no weave
All my niggas throw up L
But this no loss, this shit low-key
I get back, I get it back
I get a bag, I get a backend
I won't trip, 'cause I'm never lacking
I get a brick and make it a fraction
I get it lit, I make it lit
I get it lit, I get it litty
Ain't no mark gon' have me slipping
But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky, that's on God
These niggas be fraud, these niggas don't rob
These niggas be talking 'bout all that cap (On gang)
These niggas be timid, these niggas ain't with it
I send him the addy, he gone off the map
I come through quick, come through quick
The minute you drops, make fiends relapse
This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap
I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap

I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money (Gang)
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang