Yeah, mic check
I hope this is enough, ah, it don't look like enough but
Yeah, maybe, I don't know, look
Uh uh uh uh uh okay now
(1, 2 1, 2 1, 2)
Uh uh uh uh oh
Check, look
Now let's kick it off, one two, one two
Your body hit the floor like a sumo's shoe
I probably get this dough then I leave the booth
Spit more scripture than the preachers do
Now bring it back, two one, two one
I've played the devil's child, and I been God's son
Now let's keep it flowing, three, four, five, six
I roll up these words, then I light this spliff
(Light- light that shit up, don't be a bitch)
Yeah, stress been on my mind, I'm looking for quick relief
God probably looking down at me in disbelief, but
I been working all day in his hot sun
Now glue the clues together, like a hot gun
Verb smokin, I'm microphone toting
Slide through the block at night like Frank Ocean
Riding through the city, fake muhfuckas lurking
Start spitting scripture, smell snake skin burning
I'll break it down so simple that you learn it
If you ain't put the work in, bitch you didn't earn it
Just like that, who told this muhfucka where the mic's at
Whatever-in-my-bank dog dare you just to bite back, bitch
Let's kick it off, one two, one two
Your body hit the floor like a sumo's shoe
I probably get this dough then I leave the booth
Spit more scripture than the preachers do
Now bring it back, two one, two one
I've played the devil's child, and I been God's son
Now let's keep it flowing, three, four, five, six
I roll up these words, then I light this spliff
(Don't- don't be a bitch)