Like Mike

(album: All Eyes On Me - 2017)

I be balling, I don't even got to try
Bow Wow, I be balling like Mike
Fuck a meal bitch, you only getting fried
I spit that real, that shit make you want to cry
It got real when I made my mama cry
How I feel, man lil whoadie gotta die
The way she throw it, dog I think that ass dice
The way she throw it, bitch she gotta be a wife
When I blow it then I'm right back on a heist
She be hoeing but that pussy looking tight
I be toting even when I'm inside
Just in case a nigga wanna let it out
You ain't know Soldier Kidd back in town?
I'm so high, I got tired of the ground
I be working, I don't like to lounge
While she lurking, all up on my ground
I'm the MVP, make you envy me
She fell in love with me but only getting deep
Why you think you pregnant, I ain't even skeet
It's gon' be hectic if be on street
Soldier mentality, this reality
Meet your fatality, boy don't play with me
Get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
All the dirty money got me filthy
I'm the man of the hour, check the time
Rico Pat, that shit slow like ice
Tell her ass stop blowing up my line
I'm way before my time, where the finish line?
My engineer say I'm finna bless the mic
I get up on this bitch, do it like I'm Mike
Fuck a lil bitch, you only getting fried
If a nigga run up then he getting fried
I was smoking Chris, feel like Christmas night
I will smoke that jit, leave him dead on sight
I ain't dropping shit so it's on sight
I'm in the streets but I'm 'bout to take flight

Ayy, yeah, all eyes on me
Look, all eyes on a G
It's okay bitch, yeah
The gorgeous bitch