Verse 1 (Money Mike)
Take notice of the rhymes i spoke.
Coz i dont flow em or quote em too much baby, coz i grind that Dope.
Ayo, its all for the cash, quick fast thats it.
And homie no, it aint the grapes from the vines I smoke. Homie.
Riddle me that, you critically blown past.
Missin the competition, physically don't match,
I physically flow gas, and lyrically flow hash.
Get a lighter and ignite it. You lookin for your match.
Say it like that, Imma say it right back,
I'm killin these muthafuckas who steppin in my path.
I'm the criminal rhyme ripper, the ten-outta-nine.
Listen to every rhyme, and tell you every line sicker,
that every line, I'm gettin better with time.
Trynna hear my two cents? Gimme a dime.
I gets money, cash, feddi n guap, n rhyme ill.
And I don't give a fuck who told youthat your better.
You NOT.
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