AKA Mickens AKA John AKA Mickens
I'm the king I floss rings, the new Mickens Uhh, I'm rich and keep the haters bitchin' New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, bits, so forfeit I got to rewrite mackin' game, baby Layin' in the shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, sex young chicks and whips
But I got Lesbo ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the breed Separate the dimes from 'hoes like seeds Miraculous swiftness Practice this, bein' actresses On mattresses with your up in the air Splash the crisp Micks, a millionaire
Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, dolla
My fortune five hundred is fully Joints I pumps, my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the Feel the of this lyrical arsonist Hotter a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they sittin' proper The crisp poppa drama like soap operas The show stopper if you don't flow proper
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest Wonderin' why front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you will fall Ten mill, ten plaques upon my You stall, mix large, I see Mash ya roaches then cop diamond broaches Super calla never the alladocious Sin the fellas, get and you can quote this
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla
I'm the M C you strive to be Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, So save all the fella Scorsese So iced up, they me Mount Everest The many get honey ways draped over my 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 loyalty with one Pinkie ring Gotta be average to grow Cabbage I wreack Havoc, do Don't have it up to par You, get ya black ass looped like Grass Chick soup too me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley 'coz she actin'
Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, dolla
Man it's hard bein' the king, But gotta do it, haha