Mic Check lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook x2]
Mic check, two one two, b*tch
Realest young n*gga in the room, sh*t
Heard that my back not groomed b*tch
Late, but I still leave soon, quick
f*ck up out my way
Ya'll n*ggas throwing shade
But your iTunes got Chris Travis tapes
Bucking young n*gga in a city full of fakes
I'll do a n*gga bad
I'll want to catch a case

[Verse]
pus*y n*gga shut the f*ck up
Only time you up [is] when your ass waking up
I'm making cake while you n*ggas caking up
I'm getting baked from the dawn till the dusk
I'll pull a n*gga back
Leave him chained to a truck
These n*ggas whack
But some fans in a buzz
My flow crack
You don't got to pay for drugs
My world deep
But my pain is the love
I just really really want to blow me a dub
I just really really want to smoke me a blunt
These n*ggas fake man, these n*ggas c*nts
I don't play with them, eat them up like a runt
Say it to my face and your face get stomped
Step out of place
Better know where your from
Come up to my plate, better have your funds
And I don't want a little
b*tch, I want the whole sum

[Hook]

[Outro]