[Intro]
Humming
I feel tired and afraid
Aye, aye
[Verse 1]
My eyes blinking like they strobe lights
Thinking bout my own life, tryna get my soul right
Niggas got no voice, no they can't control MIKE
I'm the water that's below ice
Niggas feeling dark, they only worried if the goal bright
The night switches like the bulb light
Nigga, I was in the cold for a long time, stretching out a long dime
Gotta keep my dome high, brought into my own la
I hope I die before the old rise
And I don't know your problems but I know mine
We was in a ditch, digging shit like a goldmine
And I know those daps mean nothing for the most timе
Running till I toast my cup, running till I toast my cup
Running till I own enough for my own shit
Running till that road split
Feeling like I'm heavеn sent, feeling like I'm Otis
Cough
[Verse 2]
I know my clothes stink
It's a reflection of my pockets, watch my phone blink
I see the message keep on popping like the old king
I once knew what luxury was, and like a bad CEO I swear my company sucked
Cause if I smacked, I'm a mute and my legs feeling stuck
I'm in my bag, I'm amused, I been heading for bucks
I use my lap as a muse for forgetting the trust
Blunts pass in a loop, till it turn into ash
I lose thought of my youth, it's like I'm burning my past
I put my heart in the music, never turning my path
I swear my heart confusing so I determine it's gap
I'm on the stage saying "Fuck it", smoking spliffs to the head and leave a stain on my bucket
I see a stain of circumference, snatch his chain and we running
Either we drunk or we blunted like there's a skunk in my stomach
Meet King on a five, watch him leave with a one hundred
That's my brother, I love him, he turn a stone to a muffin
Make it work how he got it, he built his life over nothing
And that's the story of man, you feel his vibe when he coming
He always spoiled me a hand, when my life in a duvet
I grab my 40 and stand, hold my belly and chug it like and Accordion can
Niggas play with your budget, we can't afford to be friends
And show my face in the puddles
[Outro]
And show my face in the puddles
852 was written by MIKE.
852 was produced by Slum Rugglers.