Текст песни
You ain't got nowhere to run
You ain't got nowhere to run
They counted me out
Shoutout to momma and poppa
I made me a M in that house
I don't think they can get to me now
How it feel to be talk of the town?
Just depend if you family or fan
I don't like it when they kissin' my ass
She suck on dick just because of my dash
Youngin' get top on the drop
No, you can't park in this lot
Is we fuckin' or not?
Do you love me or not?
I had enough of these thots when I found out they was fuckin' for clout
Make me a couple K and then I'm out
If I talk to the bank today, I make 'em drought
Just talked to granny, she said that she proud of me (she said that she proud)
Fuck every nigga that doubted me (that doubted me)
Two hunnid K just to honor your majesty (facts)
Gotta make no mistake if you passin' me (facts)
Put the cam' in my face and they askin' me
Not to be rude, is that your whip? Are those your guys? (Huh?)
You bought that house? Do you tuck your .9? (Huh?)
Would you ever trade that just to have this life?
And I'm like
"Honestly I don't even give a fuck about these rappers though
And obviously, I don't even give a fuck about these model hoes
And pardon me
You don't even know my momma, you don't get to call me bro" (On God)
I don't wanna be cool (straight up)
Why these niggas always tryna be cool? (Straight up)
"What you doin'?" Just mindin' me and you
In my space, can you take a step or two?
I'm tryna make some progression (hol' up)
But think God tryna teach me some lessons (Straight up)
They some me hate so we show Smith & Wessons
Nowadays, niggas do this for attention, I wish it was money
One time for the folks back home in their duffy
Mike Dimes run it up 'til the gang out the country, hol' up
Yeah, that's hard, fuck it (got nowhere to), uh
Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes (got nowhere to)
Uh, you think you him with all that jewelry on, you flexed up, huh?
All of my hoes faker than silicone, I'm fucked up, and I'm knee-deep in
Tryna get in my zone, she a two-by-two model chick
IG pics the only thing she on
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta, I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards
Did something things up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure, I make shawties take my misdemeanors
This style ain't for free, I'm Mike D pushin' with them Billy boys
The city boys, really should call us the 'fuck up our kidney boys'
We skinny but somehow we only seem to have the biggest toys
Don't list me when you talk about them rappers
They some little boys (bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta, I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards
Did something things up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure, I make shawties take my misdemeanors
That's hard, Spiff