Mikey Flows - WEIRD THING$

I'm just thinking about the time that we ain't had much
When we was in the streets man you know we had that bad luck
Motherfucker didn't wanna give me a thing

Now we all got all of this bling
Look, it took a long time but now I'm doing my thing
I'm still the same without a chain or a ring
And I'm thinking what we did just to get this shit

Dog, you talking too much, you could get hit
And I don't really got time for that bullshit
Too many people lying about being legit
You down with us, it's full time and you can't quit

If you my dog, be my dog, we better not split
Yeah, look, that long live all my dogs
Hey, and you better free all my dogs, hey
It ain't Gucci, free Lucci, out that motherfucking cell

Wish you well, we can't tell
Boy, we finna raise some hell
We'll really spin your block with all these shells
And you hating, thinking you gon' prevail

Hey, fuck the opps, we bout to raise some hell, yeah
It's the time for it, got time for it
My bro with me said he gon' ride for it
Down to die for it

Shoot at short range, shoot at long range
Shoot at mid range
When it come to beef, dog, we do weird things
I can never be the one that's gon' say things

Where I come from, you slang or gangbang
They say they want change, but some of us hate change
Put eleven in that boy like strange things
You say you wanna grow, then you gotta go through pain

No pain, no gain, move it like cocaine
You gotta keep moving, moving, moving, hey
I'm all about a dollar and my son
If it ain't about my son, don't tell me none

If it ain't about no plays, fuck having fun
I don't sit around, if money, I can't make none

Written by:
Michael Bernardo Jr

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