What I Get Into

[Intro]

[Verse]
Ayo
I can't stunt I'm a sad dude
If someone took your favorite shit from you, you'd be sad too
It's crazy I been fuckin with this shit for the past 5
But I ain't tryna die and shit I'm not about that life
At least I got rap, right? Ain't never been just Mike
Cuz when I rhyme the words on these lil beats it be just right
I'm finna save the world but if I can't then the hood's fine
And niggas hate on me, guess they don't know what they look like
If you don't really care, you gotta fuck with me, cuz we got that in common
I won't change til I'm in coffin, even then it probably wouldn't
Other stuff does, I don't know if you liked "I Rap Good"
But you would probably catch these reference
I been flexin, on my Gooden shit
Monster Mike the optomist, dipped got on that Harden shit
Still ain't saved a bitch since I found out how that shit always ends
Plus: ya mans needs all his ends, so if you see me with a broad
I promise I'm not with the broad, I swear she can do all my friends
Some of them did some of them, a few of them did all of them
If you took offense, well my bad bitch, I just be talkin' shit
That's when they get to stuntin, but it's nothin, well it's somethin'
Cuz it's funny! I be chucklin', lookin at em like The Rock and shit
But fuck them baby they ain't got it like this
Let me see your phone I'm trying to lock me in
#Usuparaw, I'm needing in
I'm probably dude you're leaving with
I'm kinda cool but I'm real, real hot
Fuck with me now, cuz on the real I'm gone
Still steal a bitch, then slam a bitch, then pass the bitch cuz my names Iman
You know my hands be active and I mean that shit in every sense
I tweaked on my little fingers cuz they ask and then I feel that shit
I think there's different kinds of pains, just like theres different kinds of stains
Just like there's different kinds of gangs
But my shit I put on my face, I'm 'bout that life
Niggas hate, but them niggas crazy: they don't rap like Mike
I wonder how cold I'm finna end up since I write all the time
I wonder if my crib's on Clark and Lake since I got all the lines
I wonder if I'll ever have a kid your bitch ate all of mine

[Chorus]
That's what I like to get into
Hit stains, fam don't make us hit you
We don't, give no fuck bout shit dude
Came out in that E Class, my shit ain't no rental

That's that whip that I get into
Can't drive, I hope I don't hit you
Still don't, give no fuck bout shit dude
Came out in that G5 my shit ain't no rental