G'Slim - Mic Check

Niggas be rapping and shit but I really don't feel em because they be cappin and shit
And I been left out the trenches but still go post up like I'm still hustling and shit
I know they plotting I can't move the same I'm just accepting what come with this shit
And I still move with that bitch on my hip
One false move I let it rip
Uh
I ran my money up and ran up my problems
Don't mention my name if it ain't bout a dollar
All of my women exotic
Whatever I smoke exotic
My girl never stress bout a dollar
Cause she know one thing If she want money I got it
But that's never the problem
Ain't shit sweet I know these is Niggas sour
I feel like a time bomb
Just waiting on my time to blow
Ima DJ with this glock
Promote songs everywhere I go
Niggas fanned out
Opps stretched out
But say they sliding
Niggas capped out
Witcho pussy ass
I ain't have a gun but still I survived they almost killed me ouu shit
Told myself stop moving like this
But fuck him we got two more to get
All of these beams it look like laser tag
If he play then I'm tagging his whip
Get a bag and pop my tags
Fuck a stylist I got my drip
Two straps on my waist like a diaper and I ride that backseat like ima baby
I was just stuck in my head I was going thru phases
I'm doing this here for my baby
I just came from depression and shit
I was losing my mind kept stressing and shit
I get fast money it keep coming and shit
I'm thumbing and thumbing and shit
My money good I ain't do no loan but I still got P P Problems
They asked who shot em I don't know nothing everybody masked up like doctors
And I heard you got yo shit snatched lil nigga got Debo'ed
All your opps alive with yo cap ass so you smoking on prerolls
Rawcutt rawcutt who they talking bout steady saying he should be at the top
He want a p and it's after hours pay more we ain't closing no shop
Aye pat him down for he get in the car you can't go with yo move with a glock
You can act like you want meet the woo uh you can get smoked from this pop
Fuck it
Go pick ya mans up
That money you got it ain't enough
Fuck it
Go get ya bands up
Her pussy ain't free she want a fee
Fuck it
I put some cash up
Red tips in this bitch 5.56
I might hop out the whip and go tag sum
And say Fuck it
My eyes on the mirrors don't put it in park I was focused when I drove a ford
I fucked yo bitch and I threw her back you in love keep saying she yours
I saved a 100 some for the watch I was tweaking for some Micheal kors
Now I put on some Gucci's but really can't choose I might just switch to Diors
Whatever I wear it be costing and shit
I just be walking and talking my shit
I got a mindset on big investments from chilling with bosses and shit
My hearing off gotta show me that shit
I fuck from the back no face no case
Duckin them people can't gimmie a case
Call me G 47 how I did the race
Niggas be rapping and shit but I really don't feel em because they be cappin and shit
And I been left out the trenches but still go post up like I'm still hustling and shit
I know they plotting I can't move the same I'm just accepting what come with this shit
And I still move with that bitch on my hip
One false move I let it rip gang

Written by:
Aaron Jones

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