Mic Shannon - You See It

I ain't playing no games when I'm out here grinding
Don't be in the way
Not trying to see a delay
Meet them and flee them today, no doubt (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They say the boy type solid, so they said to hold it down
Northeast, North Philly, South Philly
West Side, Southwest, and the whole Uptown
Ride with me, vibe with me
Don't play with that boy no I ain't lying
Press him then they flying
Naw you ain't never gonna see me fold, uh
Press you with that iron, I am
One half of that two piece
Two Mics in that two seat
We trapper-keeping that looseleaf
Seven said boy gimme that Bruce Lee
So I blew three, then I blew steam
In my True jeans and my two-three's, whoo
This way too lit, got me ten does down in the booth
Spit a round in the booth, I
Shout the whole squad and the town in the booth, I
Flow so wet I'm-a drown in the booth
They don't want smoke, young boy that fire
Catch fire right now in the booth, whoo

Gladly I be rocking
Gladly they be jocking
Baddie and she twocking
Boy you do this often, I said
Whoa fella, this so cold make you anemic, we some
Go-getters I'll believe it when I see it

Back up off me, back up, off me
Won't get a rack up, off me
Throwing salt makes you salty
Been through dirt I brush it off me
Catch the signals, but I keep it civil
Head on a swivel
I sizzle each time it drizzle
And burn 'em each time I scribble, I be
Selling swag for a hundred grand
Hear a beat and I'm Son of Sam
Watch my dreams, they become a plan
Man they had to hate it, I understand
Whoa, whoa, whoa
This how it look when you achieve it
And y'all talk big
But I'll believe it when I see it, I'm like
Hold up wait a, minute
Yeah y'all thought I was, finished
Say free my homie, Roscoe
The subject in a, sentence
I'm flossing like a, dentist
A menace like I'm, Dennis
And Roland he the, chemist
I got it 'til I'm finished, yeah
Birthday in the V.I.P. with these dancers all in my face, I'm like
All these bottles, throwing money, all my peoples all in my space, I'm like
Big money, flashy cars, all in due time grind and don't wait, wait
O.G. told me, stay down 'til you come up, one hundred I ain't never gon' fake
Cut that man off if he ever try and snake
Plenty you could hate on if you ever try and hate
I could be y'all if I'm ever trying to wait
Never skate, in state where I plan my estate
Stack a few mil, plan my escape
If that's too real, sound like hate
Never stay still 'cause around I skate
Impact way down on the ground I make, why wait
Listen I ain't got the time
I just got to shine
Y'all like soccer moms
I might pop a dime
I just rock the rhymes
I'm like Cappadonn(a)
Whoo, tell Roland to drop a bomb
I like business moves
I'm an ambitious dude
I'm gonna get the food
Tell me I'm in the groove
Whoo, this only an interlude
Pressure flow, I'm-a blow like an inner tube
Residuals, make money in intervals
Never late, you on my time
Figure my grind, and my shine
Would keep me with fine dimes and Mai Tai's
'Cause I flow when I'm in the mood
Money Mike/Mic, no not the pimping dude
Money right, and I ain't got ish to prove
This beat get treated, you believe it 'cause you see it, ahh

Dammit he be rapping
Dammit he be stacking
Dammit he the captain, and his young hittas be snapping, I'm like
Whoa brother, everybody say they mean it, I'm like
Whoa brother, I'll believe it when I see it (Now now now)
Welcome to the, jungle
Stand tall and be, humble
And if you gotta rumble, make sure that you never tumble, I'm like
Philly Philly, throw it up like you bulimic, if it's
Really real then I'll believe it when I see it, yeah

Written by:
Mic Shannon

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