AKA Mickens AKA Mickens AKA John
I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Uhh, I'm rich and keep the haters bitchin' From New to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, bits, so forfeit I got to this mackin' game, baby in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and
But I got Combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight Let me ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the breed the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds Miraculous lyrical Practice this, stop actresses On mattresses your legs up in the air Splash the crisp John Micks, a
Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha
My fortune five is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the I'm the and the costliest the force of this lyrical arsonist Hotter than a yacht Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with thong sittin' proper The poppa bringin' drama like soap operas The show if you playas don't flow proper
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats fall Ten mill, ten upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Super calla never mind the Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote
Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha
I'm the M C that you to be is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, So save all the good fella So up, they call me Mount Everest The many get honey draped over my headrest I run game from Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like is in your vein
to the king Cajone Jing a ling I buy ya clicks loyalty one Pinkie ring be above average 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 alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie
Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha
Man it's hard bein' the king, But someone's do it, haha