Gone Love It

{Intro}

[Verse]
Yo, Mike Jordan
I ain't losing in the Finals
When I was in college
I had a bitch to do my finals
And nigga, I'm the best
On digital or vinyl
I got that bleu cheese
Yo' shit is albino
Monopoly money, your shit is looking suspect
Can't believe this is what you niggas respect
Got you thinking that they grew up in the projects
With the roaches at night. That was poor shit
Man that shit so funny
You fresh in that video, but you wear that everyday
Nigga, you bummy
You trying to rap like a mummy?
Disrespect my name, its a wrap for your Mommy
There's some answers for all of yall
Whoever gets it, form a line, give your ass the first ticket
Don't worry, every verse got a hearse with it
Your best is my worst. Even the worst can fuckin' get it
I'm done playing with you niggas
This my passion, while I'm smashing through traffic
High fashion. That lifestyle you niggas couldn't imagine
Riding in that SS, I de-badge it
So if you know what it is, you know what it is
The one to put show in the bus'
I show with the kids, like
Heaven seed, I'ma teach you a lecture
Flow so vivid, you can feel it like a texture
Textbook
And that's how them checks look
Stackin' up now, trying to see how Quebec look
Man that boy so fly, running through these hoes like Joseph Ada
Saying if I leave, she'll probably die
Said we gon' die anyway, baby, bye bye bye
Like that N'Sync song
The only time we in sync, when you peeling your thong
Sauce God in this bitch, put the team on my back
Strapped with a gat
You see that red bird on my hat?
I'm east of that
Better know the set that I'm reppin'
If it's not cash, that payment I'm not accepting
No I.O.U.'s, that'll get your ass hurt
Covered in dirt, up to your neck and shoot you like Dirk
Bye