AKA Mickens AKA Mickens AKA John
I'm the king I floss rings, the new Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' and keep the haters bitchin' From New York to Richmond, my shine is Ice drips, bits, so forfeit I got to rewrite mackin' game, baby Layin' in the shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and
But I got Lesbo ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to lips Let me tell ya my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the breed Separate the dimes from 'hoes chronic seeds lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop actresses On mattresses with legs up in the air Splash the crisp John Micks, a
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla
My fortune five is fully funded Joints I pumps, my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the Feel the of this lyrical arsonist than a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they sittin' proper The crisp poppa bringin' drama soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't proper
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest Wonderin' why cats front on the williest Chill, relax, you will fall Ten mill, ten upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see Mash ya roaches then cop diamond broaches Super calla never the alladocious Sin the fellas, get and you can quote this
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla
I'm the M C you strive to be is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, So all the good fella Scorsese So iced up, call me Mount Everest The get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Green to Maine I ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein
to the king Cajone Jing a ling I buy ya clicks loyalty one Pinkie ring Gotta be average to grow Cabbage I Havoc, do damage have it techniques up to par You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi soup too hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley she actin' Bourgeoisie
Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla
Man it's hard the king, baby But someone's gotta do it,