Omg

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Heisman made this beat)
Hey

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I knew I was gon' be something since an adolescent
Nigga seen me and ain't do shit, he know I had a weapon
My bitch got some weight on her, your bitch anorexic
Make unc' cook my dope for me, he know how to stretch it
The way your bitch suck dick got you out here stressing
Do she swallow or she spit? Nigga, that's the question
Fat nigga, ate a whole meal, but coming back for seconds
Can't get close to me in the club, this a rapper section

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bitch, let me see it
My nigga granny got a pint, he won't let me meet her
Drink some red before I go to surgery, that's my anesthesia
Unc' a brick man, he got more spots than alopecia
Dropped thirteen shots in your door with this plastic Nina
The passenger got hit, now you Suge when he crashed the beamer
Moment of silence for Pac, damn, my fault, no disrespect
Shoot you with this K, you gon' face it, damn, pass the reefer
All my opps keep on dying out, I'm the last one breathing
I'm like a stripper in the club, I'm the last one leaving
All my lean head friends locked up, I'm the last one fiending

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Poke a nigga twice, he invaded my premises
Platinum Cookie help a nigga breathe, photosynthesis
Niggas out here drinking pints of green, that shit limitless
Stash some shit underneath the floor where my kitchen is
Man, this shit ridiculous
Traded Hi-Tech for some Act' and paid the difference
Cuz slid down in a 'Cat with good suspension
Beat my girl ass 'cause that bitch ain't cook for Christmas

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fifty-five hundred in my pocket, my shit lint-less
Auntie keep coming back to back, she consistent
I be constantly counting hundreds, I'm relentless
Have you ever seen a Hellcat that's fuel efficient?

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Unc' called with a ten of red, I wanna grab a five
But I'm tryna get it for the low, I gotta strategize
Bro cooking dope in good water, that shit alkaline
Cuz been doing scams for twenty years, he a mastermind

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bitch, I grind twenty-four seven like my name was Dustin
I might overdose on drugs and die like I'm David Ruffin
Pulled a bag of flour out the cabinet and made some muffins
I wasn't tryna put her in my business, bitch made me stuff her

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
I was gon' leave this shit raw, but Ri' made me touch it
Drop ginger in the pot with dope and call it Asian butter
Love-hate relationship with drank 'cause I hate to love it
Bro Charger funny, color yellow like Cajun mustard