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Verse 1 (Equal Eye)
Blazed on a Sunday, Thats the way it ought to be,
Living a life by the weed and yes the money bothers me,
im getting paid, but yet I may save for another day,
but i gotta live for now so Cali is where im gonna stay,
At least for now, what the future holds is hard to say,
So ill get my education and then take it all the way,
I really need to succeed ill proceed through my days,
and release praise to the days where the volume raised,
So come down, hear the sound bouncing through the town,
the sonic boom from the chronic fumes surrounding all around,
you may have heard of us the bay, raised above em all,
with lightning mics im striking through the frisco fog,
what you know about that, faced by the champions of the wooden bat,
takin everything that people say i shouldn't have,
and of course you know im spittin raps cuz im really good at that...
Chorus x2 (Money Mike)
I put one hand up in the sky, say i wish,
everybody in the world will love my shit,
but i dont really care if they do or they dont,
cuz imma do what i do and imma do it how i do it.
Verse 2 (Money Mike)
Imma be me. Bet that.
Trailblazers jersey n a red n white hat.
And even if the rap game money don't stack.
Imma do my thang. N spit flame on tracks.
Love my homies. Never ever fake cats.
Learned about snakes so I watch my back.
Yall spit dope? Well me. I spit crack.
N I always hit a cypher. Coz I really love rap.
RIP to the players way back.
West coast mayne ain't a thang over that.
But southern California be the place I stay at.
N I'm reppin san Diego til ya boy lay flat.
Swisher sweets broken. And my OE cracked.
Here's the weed n the Swisher girl. Roll me that.
Got love for me dog? Please show me that.
Or get the fuck up out my face. Witcha fake ass handshake.
Stand back. Make ya god damn hands clap.
Where my god damn fans at.
I don't really give a fuck if u feel it my dude.
Coz imma do Wat I do.
And do it how I do it.
Chorus x2 (Money Mike)
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