Asking yourself why you stay up late till the morning everyday
You get to go away escape reality your mind is blinded
By the drugs I bet by now you've developed a nasty habit
Of constantly wasting time over things that never mattered
I get it, you tryna get it, you ride in a Civic
And In it you writing a gimmick
Striving to give it an image you probably envisioned
In the back of your head but it's been seven minutes
Now you struggling to finish
I've seen it happen one minute you into rap
The next minute you oddly acting like Popeye ran outta spinach, you whack
Poppin a pill but sadly end up relapsing
Your weak body collapsing now you laying on the floor like
Oh my oh my oh my God
I almost forgot the flow but still it's lit
I'm on like Wi-Fi
I roll on gold you roll on soap
I hop on your track you try to cope
But choke on nine lines
Your rap is whack the scheme is weak
The facts the stats all point to me
So pack your bags and leave the scene deplete
There's nothing left to say
I slay if you in the way
I chill I be
On the road to the riches I'm just tryna make my money too damn fly
Sometimes I wish if I could just be in my zone late at night
Vibin' to the rhythm I try with all that's given to me to be Mike Ty
Woah woah woah woah
Wonder why my mind stay scheming
Steady on the grind slay my demons
Me and MOT we be in
Six four mode
We just keep it on a down low
Shit was good couple months ago
In a bungalow
Inspiring the next generation of music makers
You are what you create so might as well leave the
People shaking when they hit that play button
Say something before it's too late, for your day coming
Make a stand for yourself for the health for the wealth of the people
Preach about becoming better equals
And fuck fame, flip a bunch of notes
Flip it into Cs pile that money up in bungalows
Woah woah woah woah
Wonder why my mind stay scheming
Steady on the grind slay my demons
Me and MOT we be in
Six four mode
We just keep it on a down low
Shit was good couple months ago
In a bungalow