M.I.C Mafia!!! - Last Level

I'm on the last level
Time to beat the game
I been in this position so many times again.
Recoop my paper then spend that shit again talking bands!
Money In my hand making all these woman dance
Break down
Bust it down
Put that work in
Like word around town from Maryland
Outta Baltimore
In the 321 never would thought I'd make the east coast one
Rap coast until I die
Level infinity is done
I jump off Everytime I'm in bc I been through some shit
Hard life been through the struggle regardless of my skin
Worth it while working everyday so I can win
Getting high off weed mixed with oxygen
You don't know where to begin
Fail so much you life discouraging
All these feelings wanna bury these
Leave those behind for the next man to find
So he can learn the process to define
Our kind human of natural ability
Mind has no stability but
I'll still end this verse right here with some natural tranquility
You can't see me
I'm so high raise the blinds no you cannot peak
(Sinister breathing)
You gon think I hit my peak
But you know I coming back serving errday of the week
Yeah I'm high class call that shit supreme
Imma see you through the scope might aim with the beam
Yeah imma make your girl scream from the back
Imma hit her old school Cadillac
What you talking bout all i get is stacks
Try to tell ya boys all i spit is facts
Idk about that
Shits so crazy an it's facts
All I spit is thrax talking shit get back
Idk about that
Shits so crazy an it's facts
All I spit is thrax talking shit get back
Closing in
Caving in
Any man who stepping wit they're friend
We ain't splitting these dividends
Keep em to ourselves bc that's how we got it like a king pen
Put that small talk away
Before the lil shooter take care of you like a chair that's a fold away
You became a foe today
Guess he gonna have to clear the air like he holding clean linen febreeze spray
Only difference by the end only smell you gonna sniff is decay
Cause I'm gon put your body in a coffin
Yeah I'm getting off doing it often
What you gon say you soft
Mufucka you ain't my friend
Try to tell you means to an end
That how i make it dividend
Loading up that clip again
You bout to bust it down like a render
Idgaf i'm never a pretender
Yeah imma do this shit till the end of my life
An you gon get it right
Mufucka told yall that my name just M.I.C
Yeah cause I make it count
Everyday of my life
You don't know enough about it but that shits triph
Trynna tell you I'm coming with the scythe
Grim reaper don't make me take your life twice.

Idk about that
Shits so crazy an it's facts
All I spit is thrax talking shit get back
Idk about that
Shits so crazy an it's facts
All I spit is thrax talking shit get back

Written by:
Brian Bonsiero

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