Scrotch Castle

[Intro]
Yo, peace, Mickey, uhm
Uh, I don't how to really—, I just don't care about the tape or the feature, or, uhm
But, uh, I just have like an intuition to check in on you
I don't know
I know that sounds weird, I don't really know you, but I like—
I don't, I follow those intuitions or whatever
I know we talked about drinking before, so
You've been quiet this year
Just wanted to check in and make sure you're alright
Uh, and if you are good, uhm
I'm gr—, I'm glad, and I'll holler at you later
And, yeah, peace (It's-it's-it's-it's The Umbrella, bitch)

[Chorus: Big Trip & Mickey Diamond]
Mwuah, give it to 'em how you supposed to
Look 'em eye to eye when they approach you
Watch how you're speakin', who you spoke to?
Mick is been recordin' like a Pro Tool
Send a affirmation to impose you

[Verse 1: Big Trip]
They gon' do whatever to expose you but fuck 'em
Pray they turn to dust when ya touch 'em
Disintegrate, I ain't met a soul I wanted to imitate
Do it for the streets, give a fuck if we integrate
'Cause we all makin' rap, but we still trappin' on the interstate
Livin' reckless, no big homie to coach me
Since a snot nose, bookers in the Rollie was the trophy
Treat his wrist like a whole brick, how he bust it down?
Can it make you do a 360 if he bust a round, get it?
Nah, probably didn't
But I'm just here to spit, not crack the codes and digits
Even though a nigga been known to handle logistics
Marshawn Lynch when I spit it, fuck a hit stick, I'm truckin'
If I ain't got the .40, then we buckin'
Probably got the AR in the car, head huntin', so it's nothin' (Huh?, yo)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Wins and loses, my head's spinnin' like the Wheels of Fortune
Sprewell, build me a fortress where only kings dwell
V12 engines, we seaside sellin' seashells
Keep the whip detailed and the bad bitches mean, well
I've seen hell firsthand, fastball pitchin' for twelve Venice
From where the money ain't yours 'til the sale finished
And the belt keep the shells spinnin', hoodrats, the Chanel linen
12 12s in good sense, I don't idolize the false guys
Eye ball funny niggas that walk hard
Like Dewey Cox performin' in order to get they rocks off
Melt ice grills like rock salt, knock your block off
Tryna drop sauce, knock it off, you coppin' knockoffs
MCM Timbs cost more than you willin' to spend
Ten deep in the Gentlemen's club, livin' it up
Never givin' a fuck, me and my corporates, we Ralph Lauren down, Four Horsemen
Prison posin' in our drug-lord portraits, yo
I want the eight-figure portions
The more dough you make, they wanna take bigger portions
Twist a blunt like contortion, the SIG Sauer knock you outta orbit
What the fuck you thought this was then?
Nautical-challenge actors, back to back classics
Want a homerun, me, I'm on some break-the-back shit
Take this rap shit, collect the plates like I'm a pastor
Same story, different chapter, I told you all, I'm not a rapper, huh?

[Chorus: Big Trip]
Mwuah, give it to 'em how you supposed to
Look 'em eye to eye when they approach you
Watch how you're speakin', who you spoke to?
Mick is been recordin' like a Pro Tool
Send a affirmation to impose you
Mwuah, give it to 'em how you supposed to
Look 'em eye to eye when they approach you
Watch how you're speakin', who you spoke to?
Mick is been recordin' like a Pro Tool
Send a affirmation to impose you

[Verse 3: Mickey Diamond]
Fear of God pants brand new, she brung a friend through
Internet scandals, my man grip a pot by the handle
And chef it 'til it's too hot to handle
Crowd around the cake can blow out your candles
Mickey Mantle, backswing for the fences every time I let the MAC ring
Live from the lion's den
Ralph Lauren hoodie with the lion's head
'Lo-wear pioneer, OG said, "Where it's smoke, it's a fire near"
88 Blessed hit the store wearing riot gear
Insomniac mack, number one for the entire year (Down goes Frazier, down goes Frazier
Down goes Frazier, Diamonds)
Yeah
I box unorthodox, scorch your block, get the locksmith
Resort to the Glock like we all out of options
Slidin' like Ford v Ferrari in the cockpit
Five o'clock gin, I know, my style get obnoxious
Toxic, lift a nigga top with the mopstick
Chopstick, Hiroshima bomb when I drop shit
Same old songs, you niggas runnin' out of topics
Gore-Tex wear, a thousand pairs my in closet (Now that's an addiction)

[Chorus: Big Trip]
Mwuah, give it to 'em how you supposed to
Look 'em eye to eye when they approach you
Watch how you're speakin', who you spoke to?
Mick is been recordin' like a Pro Tool
Send a affirmation to impose you
Mwuah, give it to 'em how you supposed to
Look 'em eye to eye when they approach you
Watch how you're speakin', who you spoke to?
Mick is been recordin' like a Pro Tool
Send a affirmation to impose you

[Outro]
Absolutely, Mickey, yeah, dude
They be there out, enjoy the, the fruits of your labor
Yeah, I can only imagine dropping
How? Like twenty albums, and all of like high quality
I'm glad to hear you're doing good
Depression sucks, I definetly have it
I think some of it goes hand in hand with abuse, sometimes, but
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