Jazzercise

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
Only god can judge me, stay ugly get money
19 and I'm bummy, girls dont wanna fudge me
See my white Sonata, I still dont got my licence
Pops watch TV like fuck the New York Giants
Say fuck if you not tryin, to get up out this violence
I always imagine gettin robbed to some violins
Until they fade out then you hear all the sirens
Until they peel off cause I'm gone moan in silence
Shit, like R.I.P. I'd be the best rapper if they kill me
(Fuck, nah, I'ma switch it up)
Like I wonder, kid, I'm on Wünderkid like it's 106
Battlin' myself to be like Bow Wow, enough of this
(Aight, I'ma-I'ma sing now)
Uh

[Bridge: Michael Christmas]
Had them walking down the street, acting like you know me now
Bout to crap up out the box, now it's macaroni time
Uh-uhhh, bitches wanna know me now
Whole star

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
Uh, uh, uh
Keef made lungs cold colors since Keyshia Cole
Packed like back packs, drop now I need a bowl (fuck)
Anaconda Malt liquor style (ooooooh)
Learned a lesson, my nigga
Second guessin, my nigga
Got me stressin bout the session my nigga
Used to burners on the dresser, IKEA never trapped
But I sold candy out the packs
Pack bowls of the cereal and milk at lunch
Heard the Captain Crunch taste better with some bucks
Got the urge to be the captain of the ship now we up
Up like the sky is
Still talk bullshit like pass that trident
Orbit round the earth, best chicken joint searchin since the birth
Sox games then a cookout on the second
Cause we got that check on the first
I'm a studious nigga, both hands on the gluteus
And look into my eyes, you see nothing you like "who is this:
Cause I done changed so much and niggas ain't got through to ya's
Rooty poo jabroni, know your role or blow me
D-low for C notes, Christmas for C notes
Take off tourino with count cars like kilo
Then we dodge 4 or 5 cop cars with ease
Bumpin' Chuck Berry, duck walkin out to Maybelline, bitch

[Outro: Michael Christmas]
Maybelline
Why can't you be true?
Oh, Maybelline