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Slow down

I show you how the trap feels

I get chills, my fingers on the gat still

I don't rap, I utilize my rap skills

You're hungry, you need to get a mac meal

I'm hungry but I need to get a rap deal

I'm way past trynna stack bills

I'm trynna push my figures uphill

'THEM' niggas wasn't that real

I won't kill but the mac will

Blow your top and probably make you're blood spill

Take off, I put shells in his back wheel

Spit rhymes

Motherfuckin sick lines

Your clique tryin'

My gun spits 6 times, Revolver

No ammo for the big 9

My chick fine

I'm here till I sip 'WINE'

Neck on ice

They want him for an extradite

You're petrified

I know but let me rectify

I'm not amped, I'm electrified

Got ions not electrolytes

Eff your wife

Best of Mike

Uppercut, hooks, left and right

Get some ice, I'm hot

I'm extra nice

I be whippin' it's a trek to mine

Vest on my girl, crept inside

So fly I'mma rest in flight

The boy moves like a hooligan

Quick slick manoeuvring

Have to keep an eye like a SUPER-IN-TENDENT

Got a bag of carats in my pendant

Looking to whip in a six-litre engine

S.K. I'm independent

Holla