Open Mic

Hahaha

Motherfuckers don't know what it was like back then

I remember when you rapped, you had to be dope

Yeah

You had to rap

I had dreams of blowing up like a radical Islamic

We had to battle and spot it, if it's written cats would've caught it

We grew up on gin and tonic, the doctor prescribed us chronic

Survival was never promised, so rivals were checked and conquered

Social media wasn't there to give a crutch to our ego

Either bustin a free throw or cut up to feed the people

Me, I'm comfortable speedo, my nuts'll cover you gringos

If this the Goodie Mob then I'm somewhere up there with CeeLo

And crowds are different now but it's not like before

They just nod their head to bullshit, every guy is the GOAT

Piss testing in the crowd every line that was wrote

Back then they could determine whether or not if it's dope

My spot on the throne forever has been basically claimed

So stay in your lane, refrain from saying my name

Get your head rocked harder than Abel and Cain

The tables have changed, we're done with all your fables and games

I'm crazy insane like a dog chasing a train

And my bullets need a nap, they wanna lay in your brain

And this portrait that you painted of yourself is a joke

'Cause when that hammer get to swinging it's gon' bang on your frame

I got ninety-nine problems but ain't placing the blame

I'm Cam'ron to your bitch how I'm taking your dame

You dash, fall face first taking your chain

Then throw that shit on IG if you ain't able to pay

Can't believe I made it

It almost feels like it was overnight

If you want your spot you better hold it tight

It might turn ghost just like a poltergeist

That's why I'm treating every song I'm on like it's open mic

And I ain't passing the shit just like it's open mic

Fuck around and battle a bitch just like it's open mic

Play around, get smacked in this bitch just like it's open mic

So miss me with your rapping and shit 'cause this ain't open mic

Saw the Beasties on the TV, I was barely out of diapers

I was nothing but a free thang running 'round hyper

Warren G was in my tape deck pedaling my bike

I'm a funkified brat and I'ma be that my whole life

My first demo tape was cassette pressed off the reel-to-reels

That time's gone, youngins don't know how that really feels

Snuck up in the cyphers like "Ayo, I'm really skilled"

But a country accent, get you clowned

Unless you really kill that shit

That's why I shake the building, bitch

Spit a million of six bars and make 'em feel the shit

Wasn't no other route, either you was ill or quit

Wasn't no country rap cushion for this silly shit

True grit motherfucker, had to bring it to the stage

But I was Big L raised, baby, let me out the cage

Y'all some titty-fed bitches with some ready-made fans

Teddy bears that I'ma shred with this Freddy blade hand

I'm a microphone veteran, I'm not sharing

You better off tryna fit a COVID mask on a pelican

And get me off this cordless, oh my Lord, I'm a tortoise

Your mother couldn't afford to abort you and that's unfortunate

'Cause you's a bottom feeder, no sting in your rhymes either

Couldn't get reactions if you rapped to a pack of hyenas

Attacking a mad linguist, ironclad rap genius

Beat a bitch worse than Ike did Tina

The minute the mic is right between us, eat a penis

It almost feels like it was overnight

If you want your spot you better hold it tight

It might turn ghost just like a poltergeist

That's why I'm treating every song I'm on like it's open mic

And I ain't passing the shit just like it's open mic

Fuck around and battle a bitch just like it's open mic

Play around, get smacked in this bitch just like it's open mic

So miss me with your rapping and shit 'cause this ain't open mic