AKA John AKA John AKA Mickens
I'm the king I rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters From New to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, frost bits, so I got to rewrite this mackin' game, Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is Maybe, they sex young chicks and
But I got Lesbo ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to lips Let me ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the breed Separate the dimes 'hoes like chronic seeds lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop bein' On mattresses with your up in the air the crisp John Micks, a millionaire
Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, dolla
My fortune five is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the I'm the and the costliest Feel the of this lyrical arsonist Hotter than a yacht Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' The crisp poppa bringin' drama like operas The stopper if you playas don't flow proper
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest Wonderin' why cats on who's the williest Chill, relax, you will fall Ten mill, ten upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see Mash ya like then cop diamond broaches Super calla never mind the Sin the fellas, get and you can quote this
Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha
I'm the M C you strive to be Competition is dead, 'coz ain't of all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, So save all the good Scorsese So iced up, they call me Everest The many get ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort to Maine I keep ya head noddin' dope is in your vein
Hail to the king Jing a ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie Gotta be above to grow Cabbage I wreack Havoc, do Don't it techniques up to par You, get ya ass looped like Mardi Grass Chick soup too me off in yo' car Blaze her in the 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla
Man it's bein' the king, baby But someone's gotta do it,