MY MIC

[Verse 1]
Peep my mic
It's approximately two times my life
It keeps the vocals tight
Passed down the line
Still working fine
Cultivate my rhymes
Ya boy hype

Shoutout to my pops
He came clutch
Spitting new school still rocking with the dust
I ain't ever bluff, run, lie, front, this is trust
Nobody is rocking with me cuz they don't know what's up
Chef, always cooking up
Turn on the AC the mic gon pick it up
Pick it up
Ever single lie in my head is telling me you ain't ever gonna be sick enough
Switch it up

Shoutout to my pops
Yo he spoke in metaphors
To deplore every single hurt and pain he has bore
So as a son reflect what he projected
I guess you can I'm a vessel

[Verse 2]
God told me in
So Im flipping killing it with the writtens keep it potent
I'm only spittin the realest of visions to assist the hopeless
If you got blurred vision these vivid images help you focus
So everything that I be plotting and jotting has got to be toppin and dropping way hotter than whatever my last project was keep it coppin cuz
I be taking the script
I'm flipping it
Hop on the track and I kill it
Then Walk in a building you be watching hands lifted
With a mic in it

My pops is more than mike jack bad
But he so so good
Proud to call him my dad
So I train harder than a caboose on a track
Rhymes gotta be sick so you can call anthrax
I do whatever my father does
My pops can heal a brother with a single touch
Ain't no Better love than a father's love
It's in my DNA
I guess I gotta to love
Good god
My pops is the man
I don't think you understand
What he is is what I am
Can't diverge from the plan
My dad spoke life into people
My dad made life Ima sequel
I was spitting image since I was in the the fetal
No predestined before the fetal

My pops deposited so y'all can see clues
I'm forever in debt so I gotta Paydews