Metrical Futurity - All in the Mix

I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix
And I’m always in the studio, Hit after hit
And I’m feeling like I’m drake
Way I’m all up in the 6
I don't like to run it back
I don't like to reminisce
It’s return of the Mack, like it’s 1996
I like the riches over rags
I might move to the ritz
My main bitches is my side hoes
Kick em all out through the fucking side door
Nobody more important than this fucking studio
I think my music more important than these groupie hoes
I been running birds out like I’m Julio
Living a gangsta’s paradise like I’m coolio
They Never seen nun like it through a Vizio
I was a killer, I was just waiting on them to push me though, yeah
I’m like Jason i'mma slayer
Can’t tell all the real ones from all these fucking haters
But I cut these bitches off in the way of all my paper
And I’m chasing all these bags 24,8 like I’m a laker
I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix
And I’m always in the studio, Hit after hit
And I’m feeling like I’m drake
Way I’m all up in the 6
I don't like to run it back
I don't like to reminisce
It’s return of the Mack, like it’s 1996
I like the riches over rags
I might move to the ritz
Ritz, blitz, hundred round sticks
Ritz, blitz, up and down switch
Switch, switch, holding big clips
Yeah the big clips, and we big lit
Homicide, homicide, by my side, yeah we slide
Homicide, homicide, yeah we slide yeah we slide
I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix
And I’m always in the studio, Hit after hit
And I’m feeling like I’m drake
Way I’m all up in the 6
I don't like to run it back
I don't like to reminisce
It’s return of the Mack, like it’s 1996
I like the riches over rags
I might move to the ritz
Bought my bitches big bags with some shoes and a mink
Spent like 35 racks on her shoes jewls and her feet
Got a bad attitude, yeah she rude when she speak
And I’ll take it all back, Neva lose my receipts
Yeah, the Mack back
Dressed in all black, Overseas strapped
Running mean laps, Almost relapsed
Never need naps, Playing freeze catch
Never believe that
I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix
And I’m always in the studio, Hit after hit

Written by:
Rashid Denson

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