Courtesy of Wicked to make a beat that's so frigid, get your mittens. going Oliver twist, no Charles Dickens, getting lifted, so I'm high as a bitch, so now you'll witness, the real King bout to go get a ring, no Lebron bitch shit. I'mma rip it, lick it, twist it, only happy if the piff lit, you don't like it sign the bitch list, leave the hating for the bitches, spit it vicious it's a sickness, when I'm gone I bet you'll miss this. Young ambitious, causing mischief, to this game I feel like Christmas. hoes, hoes, hoes, I ho ho ho, call me Santa Clause cause I go, go go, around the globe, globe, globe, so I hope you know know know, when I blow blow blow, be expectin mo mo dough. So watch me glide, Claude Giroux, I am Mike, who are you? So you tryning be a rapper, yeah that's straight, mike is too. But I got bars for days no dictionary, have your girl in missionary, tryning block my vision, I'm just like enjoy the view
And it's a problem this beat has been real abused, I swear I seen like 30 versions of this shit on the tube. I'm in the mood to kill it though, most viewed I'm feeling so, blessed, hell yes, Mic test, now watch me steal the show. Focused like a cannon, zoomed in on my long bannan, sipping syrup mixed with Dannon, feeling faded, Joe Montanan, had a dream then made it happen, so I'm barely ever napping. Throwing haters off the canyon, watch their bodies fall and flatten. No ones matching flows I'm spitting its ridiculous. swag to the TJ Max, so ill like syphilis, you syllabus, lesson plan, I'm Bradley Cooper "Limitless", so jot this down, I'm the man, soon you'll get my synthesis, I ripped this shit, I meant it, every word I said it, with the up-most certainty that if your hating you'll regret it. Never hesitant to get it, set my goals and I believe, that I'll achieve em' and become the popular-est on the scene kid...
