Hell Date

[Intro: MIKE] (What happened? Haha) (Hey, Tony) It's a'ight, bae [Verse 1: MIKE] Why you tight? Why you tight? It's a'ight, bae You be lyin', I be lyin', think we lifemates Is you a demon in disguise? Is this a blind date? (Uh) When we link, be on that time, for my time sake It cost some G's to hit up 9 for my rhyme rate You take a peek into my spot, might up the crime rate Yeah, we be eatin' appetizers and the entrees Ain't in the street, we in the sty', I'm like Beyoncé I'm doin' schemes, I say the pricе, it make your mind change I'm cool to be thе way I'm dancin', I'm like Mike J Wrong time, but I'm always in the right place Long grinder, it's gon' always bring you life face Still a rookie, you can see me in your prime days I'm never shook when it's just me and all the lime fade You tryna book me, more than three 'cause I'm not André I guess he took me for a demon, now his mom hate me Let my homie do that screen, hit that LeBron fade I remember fittin' CD's in my pop's basement Now, I'm quick to fix a nigga over hot tape 10K the militia, bitch, we not playin' [Verse 2: Sideshow] Why you tight? Why you tight? Why you tight? Size small Pro Club, white fit tight Need a shorty like my spice, strong and dark as midnight Roll my sheet up like it's art, roll my sheet up like a kite If I roll my sheet up with no funnel, then that bitch won't hit right Tryna bring my bibby in the club with me, bring it on a flight Trade my right hand for a bibby, I don't even wanna write I'm out packin' more out of Philly with my brother big MIKE Where you at? I'm gettin' money now, it's nothin' to catch a flight But this my line, it's many like it in the world, but this one mine 10K soldiers never late, we right on time It's 10K a soul just for appearance, bottom line Bunch of Nemos on my line, I got T. Rowe on my line Tryna make it with this rap shit, too much street shit on my mind I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask? I just want to make somethin' that's for me and mine Ayy, 10K