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Mike, Mike, you be going crazy
I, I, I wake up every day and get high
If I can't find no tris, I sip pie
Real perks hard to find, I still try
I'ma probably be a dope fien till I die
Stuffing blues in my trues, I been selling white
Two check bags, 20 pounds of gas on a flight
Two bitches in the bed with me, neither one my type
I been having fun while I'm fucking up my life
My sister told me that I need to change
My mama said, son, keep doing your motherfucking thing
My daddy said, if a nigga play, that's where a nigga lay
When you in the streets, that shit manipulate a nigga brain
I been crackin' all damn night, that's why I get up late
Four perks, a deuce of the drank, can't even sit up straight
I don't drive cars, that don't take 93 off in the tank
They gotta have that sport mode so I can get away
Hit the gas, hit the gas
Voices in my head like get the bag, get the bag
Nigga shot my mama house up, I was mad and did it back
Got me out of character, I ain't really into that
Play with me, I'm spinnin' back
Back to back, I wake up and grab my sack
Time to trap, before I leave the flat
Grab my strap Grab my scat
Leave broke, come home with a least a rack
I, I, I wake up every day and get high
If I can't find no tris, I sip pie
Real perks hard to find, I still try
I'ma probably be a dope fien till I die
Stuffing blues in my trues, I been selling white
Two check bags, 20 pounds of gas on a flight
Two bitches in the bed with me, neither one my type
I been having fun while I'm fucking up my life
Posta been a college grad but I fucked it up
Put a pot of water on a flame till it bubble up
Miss Jackie shooting all in her face, veins busted up
I told her that I love her, feelings changed once I bust a nut
Seen a bad bitch, take a Percocet and crush it up
I don't even wanna fuck no more she a customer
I can get you anything you want, I'm a hustler
If you broke, don't trust no bitch, cause a rich nigga fucking her
They ask me how I been, I been chillin'
Phones ringin' racks, pilin' to the ceiling
Pop a 30 in 30 minutes I'ma feel it
You fuckin' bitches while I'm out here handling business
When that money get low, you tend to get stressed
If my money get low, somebody gettin' finessed
That shit gettin' stretched, might even sell it wet
I was just at my lowest, now I'm at my best and
I, I, I wake up every day and get high
If I can't find no tris, I sip pie
Real perks hard to find, I still try
I'ma probably be a dope fien till I die
Stuffing blues in my trues, I been selling white
Two check bags, 20 pounds of gas on a flight
Two bitches in the bed with me, neither one my type
I been having fun while I'm fucking up my life