Mic Clutchin

[Verse]

I remember times I ain't have no team

Just a baby nine with the beam stuffed in the seams

On the corner, puffin' green

You'll get blown to smithereens

The smell of the body was rotten sardines, no way to clean

I'm spittin' the venom to hit 'em within 'em

To Hell I'ma send 'em with bullets put in 'em

The gun in the denim; it bust at a rhythm to put you in the 'spital

It's no riddle; I'm too little

I'm dunkin' over seven-footers; you should'a, could'a

I did and done it; I got a message for the public

I would'a got straight As if money was the subject, but it wasn't (Uh)

I'm comin' and ain't shit you can do about it, even if you knew about it

Your favorite leather, you'll get blew up out it

What the fuck you gon' do about it?

Your style is iconic? How ironic

You niggas teacups; I'll spen' a nigga like V-Bucks, then re-up

Any hero in the Multiverse can see us (Dump Gawd)

When I lost Unc, it felt like I couldn't breathe

It felt like I was drownin', felt like I was drownin'

Pistol hold AK bullets, provin' big things can come in a small package

Now go and do this backflip

Used to stash the cash in my mattress; from ashes to ashes

I gotta give Tha Dump to the masses

Drop another tape, puttin' belts to asses

And all the family is stand-up

Hoppin' over gates to get away from them handcuffs

Slap-boxin' with the bros, niggas gettin' they hands up

Then we grew older to man stuff - responsibilities

The world in front of us, endless possibilities

Some friends turned enemies with envious tendencies

My radars just got better; shit ain't all genuine leather

We ain't always better together; sometimes, separation is best

Sometimes, it's right to go left

How many times I gotta tell you 'fore you get it through your thick skull?

This Dump shit is law

Remember puttin' Coke cans on the wheel of my bike

So it can sound like a engine, we ridin' all night

Used to catch the MARTA bus, I was high as a kite

Hop on the 116; on long rides, a nigga wrote a mean sixteen

A lifetime of wisdom, but he seemed so green, feelin' so unseen

In front of smokescreens with a flow so clean

The work ethic of a machine and only one dream