AKA John AKA John AKA Mickens
I'm the king I floss rings, the new Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' and keep the haters bitchin' From New York to Richmond, my is sickenin' Ice drips, frost bits, so I got to this mackin' game, baby in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and
But I got Combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, Mr.Smith, the rarest Separate the dimes from like chronic seeds lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop actresses On mattresses your legs up in the air Splash the John Micks, a millionaire
Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha
My fortune five is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my the mumps I'm the and the costliest Feel the force of lyrical arsonist Hotter a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' The crisp bringin' drama like soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't flow
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you will fall Ten mill, ten plaques my wall You stall, mix large, I see ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Super never mind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can this
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I'm the M C you strive to be is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me Handsome moody, I it raw, baby So all the good fella Scorsese So up, they call me Mount Everest The many get honey ways draped over my I run game from Fort to Maine I keep ya noddin' like dope is in your vein
Hail to the king Cajone a ling I buy ya loyalty with one Pinkie ring Gotta be above to grow Cabbage I wreack Havoc, do Don't it techniques up to par You, get ya black ass like Mardi Grass Chick too hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie
Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha
Man it's hard bein' the king, But gotta do it, haha