Video Mic Stand 2 de Aaron Ramirez 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Ramirez - Mic Stand 2 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pop Disaster]
Up in the street I see ‘em
They panic, needa' dip
Only way to live, drip
Something gotta give
Hundreds gotta grip
Homie kick flipped
On the cold, get sick
Bitch, get kicked
I got me some checks
Rockin' on some chucks
Grab 'em by the neck
Step on heads, crush
Stacked on last rush
System malfunction
Faint line with paint brush
And a switch blade puncture
Rich with a mismatched sock and
Bitch they gon' listen to me, no soft
On a leash to the list with the summer (flavour)
Track list, ain't release it, bummer (later)
Something like returning a favor
Off these beats and doodles that I made up
I'm not a debater
Talk to me or Bástian, it's a fade
Talking over while we educate 'em
No credit, it’s cash
Bodies is stacked
Mobbing in black
Put in the work, and then lock-in the lab
Hang in the back
Throat and she gag, it’s facts
No cap, it’s matte
The paint job and instrument, pack
Got it, I bought it and sold it in practically flipped it for double finesse
Man, why would I ever wan' settle for less?
Give it a rest
Feel like I got Kanye West glasses or wearing a mesh
I’m walking a mess
If I'm so foul where the ref?
Y'all seem so pressed when I laugh
Squeaking on me like some rats
Brush 'em off me, let some pass
Just cause I don't mean to brag
If I just don't release 'Carefully', ‘Offspring’ then I won’t get arrested
Que?
[Verse 2: Bástian]
Muh' fuckers is nasty, pull up we blastin'
Up in the ghetto muh' fuckers be trappin'
Up in the city muh' fuckers be classy
Distant reality, silicone valley
Bless, rest
This is american history x
Bless, rest
My mind is fucked and I gotta confess
Bless, rest
I'ma just flex
Blood stains in my shirt, on the train with a smirk
No blame on the fame, Cobain when I'm hurt
Switch lanes and I swerve through the rain and the dirt
Like Blaine in the game, Coltrane with the fur
No shame when I blurt, they saying I'm the worst
Quit playin' with my name, Bird Man with the skrr
Got k’s in the purse, I stay with the work
Get off my case when I'm racin' the hearse
I don’t be sellin' my soul
I be countin' all this dough
I be fuckin' on your hoe
I be turnin' up the show
You talkin' bread, I'm talking loaves
You talkin' birds, I'm talking doves
This shit on fire, drop and roll
On my neck is hella gold
I just fucked, I'm wearing robe
Stick and move I'm on the road
I keep on adding hella o’s
I keep on adding hella o’s
I keep on adding hella o’s
Eyes rolled back, no questions asked, nah
Nails all black impressions fast
Got that ma with precious ass
Class of 69 I fuckin' passed