As 4 Me

[Intro: MIKE]
My last chance, yo
This my only chance left
To prove to y'all
I'm the best rapper
In the fuckin' world
Hey, hey

[Verse: MIKE]
Said thank god, I'm living
I ain't go to prison
For my brudda and my sis, I'll make the ugliest decisions
Banked on the feeling
Told momma what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich and now you wanna be a villain?
Had a hunch and then I did it
It's money in the written
They fronted, I ain't trippin'
It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position
―it be the spirits
Tell 'em keep it quick and stay the fuck up out the business
Give a fuck about a critic
Wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest, niggas wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch, if I can spare it
Struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands
Said enough with the comparing
Love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel, seen a glare
All that cluster isn't karats
Know it touch you when you hear it
One up in the air
Ay my love I be embarrassed
Only stumble when you caring
One the wonders of the ferris
No more huddles in despair
The overcoming been apparent
No more muzzle full of fear
Running into terror

[Outro: MIKE & Sandra Ebere]
Uh, I said thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Make the ugliest dec―
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the feeling
When you look at him―his behavior, his attitude, his character―you will think he's rough
But when you get close to him, you will know he's a nice somebody
He's a nice guy