Mike

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Dmac on the fuckin' track

Huh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, look, uh

I wake up shakin', sweatin' out my sleep, dreamin' 'bout them hats

Praying 'bout my love life, they say karma comin' back

But that love I get stupid, I catch Cupid, get him whacked (Grrah)

And make sure he's dead for real this time

Everything that I go through, I just keep it all to myself

**** say they wanted smoke till we gave they ass the belt

Uh, pretty red bitch a real slime, she went to a **** when she left

I ain't bragging 'bout it, I ain't trippin', I was in that situation myself, uh

Hundred thousand dollar dog tag around my neck

It say young Michael in between, bitch keep asking what it mean

In arenas, bitch, I'm Jordan, to my fans, bitch, I'm Jackson

In the streets, bitch, I'm Corleone, I ask them boys, "What's happening?"

You know my face card super clean, never burn no bridges (Yeah)

Youngin' ran up them millions, brought it right back to the trenches (Yeah)

Ask about us in the world, they say we sell the most tickets

Ask about us in the city, bet they say we stood on business

Yeah, you'll probably never see me

But you can call me if you need me

Being who I am ain't that easy

Even though I make it look so easy

Okay, and all of the pain'll drive you insane

Through all of the pain, I stay true to this game

True, I dot my I's, I cross my T's

I stack my pape', stay out the way

Make sure lawyers get paid

Yeah, we fighting murders and all

We jumping hurdles and all

Go and ask about 'em, they'll tell you, ****

You're super involved, you're super involved

Yeah, you're super involved

I'm talking 'bout, you see what I'm saying?

See, see to the, to the arenas thing, I might be, I might be Michael Jordan or somethin', you heard me?

And to, and to my fans, I might be Michael Jackson or somethin', you know?

Yeah, and round the way, I might be, I might be Michael Corleone or somethin', yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Super involved