[Intro]
(What the helly Bron James)
[Verse: MIKE]
You gotta be, I mean, probably above me
Proud of me, workin' 'gainst the odds and the ugly
It's comedy, the hurtin' be disguised as a subtweet
A prodigy workin' out the five, not a sublease
Bottom feed, growin' out of poverty is toughenin'
Monogamy, it was only pottery I fucked with
Coddled me, nowadays, it's honestly a dungeon
It boggle me, turned another opp into a custy
Apologies, tryna free the colony like Tubman
Debauchery, never seen this side of me in public (What the hell—)
Bottle fiеnd, I don't wait 'til Halloween for ruckus
It's time to eat, gave 'еm all that modesty for nothin'
The collard greens replacin' all the college dreams I fronted
Prophecies, they favor the facades, I debunk it
Props to the puppets, shots for the huntress
For guapanese, play you on the spot like a—
My partner T took me on the job as a youngin
Propped like a pumpkin, shocked was redundant
I plotted cheese, but really needed God in abundance
My mind full of fuck shit, eyes on the hundreds
[Chorus: MIKE, duendita & Liv.e]
I could put it on my life (Ooh)
Nah, gotta put it on my life if I want it, uh
I been puttin' up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn't much, but the price is a—, uh (Ooh)
I Gotta put it on my life if I want it, uh
I been puttin' up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn't much, but the price is way too much (Ooh)