Huffy Bike

[Intro]
Yo, bro. Just talked to this A&R back at the club, man, just at the show, and dude starts going off at me, man like, I'm like, broooo. Y'know what I'm saying? And then he's like
"Bro, your music isn't good, you don't follow the trends,"
All this shit, man, all I-all I wanna do is make it. You know?
You know man. They won't post me on the blogs. They won't- they won't even, you know, publicize my music. Ain't nobody doing- doing anything for me. I'm doing everything on my own. When somebody gon' help? When's somebody just gonna come in, and pick me up, and hold me like- like little Simba. Nigga like-

[Verse 1: Rakeem Miles]
Chain got no gas
Better hop up on that Huffy bike
Put you [?] girl
Better get your ass a life
You ain't got no ass
Better show up with some [?] tonight
She gon' hit my phone
Tell your girl leave me 'lone, ay
I don't pick up bones
I don't pick up bones, ay
I don't pick up bones
I don't pick up bones, ay
I don't need no hoes in my videos
You can keep the gimmicks
All you niggas broke
Why these rap niggas always sharing clothes?
They not making moves, they don't know where to go

[Verse 2: Merc]
Ayo, Rakeem, they got so much wool over they eyes
They wearing sheep sunglasses
They don't know about the struggle
Money come in slow as molasses
All they see is bottles popping and fat asses
They don't see the bus passes 'cause the bucket tank is gasless
They can't taste the flavor news and the random dudes on Anything that might take this ink
On the brink of losing your mind tryna connect that link
To an A&R full of bullshit
You wanna pour your soul but they wanna hear that full clip
Trap rapper goal is the billboard caps
They pushing sleeping potion sips
Nigga this [?]
Better make a move
They always try to put Versace on a naked truth
The night [?] of dreams
All the empty shows
Dodging cloves
Empty pockets, no green

[Verse 3: Rakeem Miles]
There go that nigga
Yo, where they at?
Now you mad I made it
Know that you niggas can't stand me
I'ma do this for my granny
Like, back when my grandma told me for ten dollars
She would take me from my mama who ain't really love me
My nigga, I knew it
You ain't love me
You ain't love me
You ain't love me