goin truuu

[Intro]

We gots to get paid

Paid, paid

Ayy

[Verse]

Who want it with the kid from the motherland?

Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand

Can't pick from the dish of another man

I be spending days sick, just wondering

’Member back then, shit, I was stuttering

Know where the bread is, looking where the butter

Too, too grown for the other shit

I be hurting, smoking dope, stay numbing it

Want the whole, do the most for just some of it

A lot of niggas talk shit, don't run with it

Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end

Potbelly, in trouble with the government

Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him

Drive heavy 'cause we coming with the luggages

Who, who, who knows him?

Forget his lyrics when he thinking, lose focus

Who wrote this?

Better bring him out the genie bottle, hoping

Must be clinging to this teenie-tiny token

Crib, we chilling, probably with Medhane smoking

Through the wind beside me, in it, I be floating, I be floating

[Chorus]

Who want it with the kid? Who want it?

Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who?

Who want it with the kid?

Who want it with the kid?

Who want it with the kid? Uh

Who want it? Who want it with the kid?

Who want it? Who? Who?

Who want it?

Who want it with the kid? Who? Who?

Who?

[Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye (MIKE's late mother)]

With the blood of Jesus

Talk to you in the morning, okay?

Blessings, more blessings to all of you

I ring you guys with the blood of Jesus

Michael, I send you an offer

The blood of Jesus, no stressing

Don’t stress, my baby

It has been done already