Mike Mitch - Name Chain (feat. Goggle Boy)

Bad bitch
She ain’t fuckin’ wit no average
Diamonds clashin’ yea they static
20k on the Patek
Name an opp’ nigga blasted
Never lackin’ got a ratchet
She only roun’ me cuz she want some long hair
Baby you know you belong here
I had them demons inside of my head
Baby you hear them they all here
Demons
They going 90 they speedin’
Bleedin’
Breathin’
I cannot stop can you see them
(Yea)
Flying I’m high and I’m feelin’ like Plain Jane
Bitches get roun’ me they saying the same thing
Tryna get Rari’s I’m tryna do lane change
Bitches be feigning to wear my whole name chain
My whole name chain
Police
Yea I’m just going so od
(Goin’ up, goin’ up)
They know me, ridin’ around fuck the police
(Fuck it up, fuck it up)
OG, smokin’ this gas and I’m od
(Throw it up, throw it up)
Rolley, 20 the Patek is od
(Let’s work)
She want me to dive in
She reaching like Heisman
I’m flexing these diamonds perfecting timing switching the climate
The stars is aligning know we been different in silence we grinding
I stay in the stu and I’m banking amounts you ain’t making from college
It’s no sympathizing sell out arenas and jump in a mosh pit
Gilbert Arenas a Wizard with knowledge
Mastercard, Visa the easy deposits
All of these reasons these women be wildin’
Dine on the jet and I eat with the pilot
I ditch the whip when I don’t like the mileage
Music been booming I pump up the volume
Need Teanna Trump I need the Megan The Stallion
Tell my shorty I’m wildin’
Her bread is Italian
Her head is astonishing
She on some rider shit
Like ride til we die and shit
Bonnie and clyde and shit
For her I’m providing shit
With no 9 to 5 and shit
Wages ain’t garnishing
My talent is polishing
My name chain is promising
She only roun’ me cuz she want some long hair
Baby you know you belong here
I had them demons inside of my head
Baby you hear them they all here
Demons
They going 90 they speedin’
Bleedin’
Breathin’
I cannot stop can you see them
(Yea)
Flying I’m high and I’m feelin’ like Plain Jane
Bitches get roun’ me they saying the same thing
Tryna get Rari’s I’m tryna do lane change
Bitches be feigning to wear my whole name chain
My whole name chain
Police
Yea I’m just going so od
(Goin’ up, goin’ up)
They know me, ridin’ around fuck the police
(Fuck it up, fuck it up)
OG, smokin’ this gas and I’m od
(Throw it up, throw it up)
Rolley, 20 the Patek is od
(Let’s work)

Written by:
Goggle Boy, Michael Mitchell

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