Mike Jackson Effect

Hold my breath then I let it go
Legend in the making?
Well, we never know
Mama told me “Pray and let the blessing flow”
But watch out for the snakes
They be blessing too
In the form of dollar bills, wheels and best of the clothes
She told me get priorities in check and soar
But I been chasing after deals
Like I ain’t have a soul
I just wanna be Mike Jackson
Of this rapping, Oh!
Mic, don’t fail me now
Envision, in some years
I’ll shed a tear cause now, I’m selling shows
Bookin’ hotels with my girl and givin’ dap to Cole
You seen a couple mill, now you running low
You felt a couple thrills, now you running home
Folk you thought was real
Be some of the toughest foes
You got what you desired
Now you second guessing?
The world love you to death
But now dying you slow

Maybe they’ll love me like Michael in his prime

Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags
History repeats itself
Past, Present, and Future
Only way to Xscape is pray to God and get used to
The fact we not Invincible
No man above a sin
That One Night in Japan can
Have you screamin’ “This Is It”
Cause all the foreign women and
PYT’s is slanging out that kitten
And no, you ain’t from out there
But you eating on some kitten
So you blame it on track 7
On that Thriller joint, Human Nature
Who could paint a picture that vivid
We gon’ have to Aunt Viv it
Show our true colors
We gon’ have to Dat Piff it
Screw ourself over
We the artists that get tested and tempted
Sessions with gifted folk
Turn into sessions with crickets
The realer you become
The less that business boom for a minute
Then it get wicked
You see who just was there for the pension
They pimpin’ the mission
This what I call the Michael condition
The world love you
But folk you love the most think you trippin’
You sing it like Kendrick
When feces hit the fan is you with me?
Like Bobby and Whitney
Or is you jealous cause I got me a Bentley?
You falsely present me
Now the whole world think I’m floppin’ and flippin’

Maybe they’ll love me like Michael in his prime
Or maybe they’ll hate me
Maybe I’ma shine like that glove he wear
While mothers stare and fathers hope that I
Stay from by their daughters
Like caller number 9, they got no luck with me
Billie Jean ain’t no lover of mine
Although my consciousness would
Love to see that bare behind
There behind my back’s the city that I brought along
Maybe they’ll love me like I’m Michael in his prime
Or maybe they’ll hate me
Maybe when the doo doo hit that fan
Supporters who you knew as fans, they’ll break me
Maybe false accusers use their words
Just to take me down and now
The viewers of the world think that I’m raping
Maybe women love me like I’m Michael in his prime
But same women that love you more than life would love to see you doing life and that’s life
That dime wouldn’t put a dime up on yo’ time
Stay loyal to that girl who told you
Rhyme until you make it, boy
And she was so aware that you would
Make it as the greatest, boy
The things we don’t prepare for are
The things that we be waitin’ for
Maybe they’ll hate me when
I’m buyin’ things they can’t afford
Or maybe they’ll love me like Michael in his prime

You’re gonna be a legend
You’re going to be a bed time story
To my children, to our children’s children
And our children’s children’s children
It sounds crazy because it’s you
And you’re so humble
I’m just convinced, you know
Like, I’m just really convinced that
You are exactly who I have in my mind that you are
I’m confident about that
The fact that I’m more confi-