Mic Check

Intro:
I got the cape on in the stu
Cause I'm high-key a supervillain
But I was for real for real taking my hair out

Jay To Cabbage:
That shit empty bro
I smoke too much

Hook:
Make me wanna transfer all my notes to my iMac
Bitch, u know it's cold
Don't u offer me no thigh gap
Make a hater mad
They don't like the way that I flex
Can't understand the message
Rappin' with no mic check

Verse 1:
Retro-wave the vibe
Fuck the hype
I'll go back in time
Wrap around a rhyme
Like yo wife
When she slip and slide
Dough
No pizza pie
Live yo life
You will get yo slice
I don't get time
To recline
Need some artists signed
Oo
Profit is time
I spend time making revenue
Uh
Mad at my accolades
Stats
I might
Just
Send em
Through
Fatality Eminent
Think I'ma finish you
Remember my name
Hit up Genius for interviews
Uh
Baby bussin tables
Bust her shit just like an inner tube
You're living in a fable
You're pissed because your rent is due
And you lost your boo cause you rent her too
If you want some barz then I got some news
There's a ghost out there that'll help you through
Shaded to death
Put a shade on my cohen
Give it a rest
What's the point of you talking?

Hook:
Make me wanna transfer all my notes to my iMac
Bitch, u know it's cold
Don't u offer me no thigh gap
Make a hater mad
They don't like the way that I flex
Can't understand the message
Wait, mic check