G.A.D.D
By Mic Vic (2018)
On album Epitome of Lowkey (2018)
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[Verse 1: Ran$ah]
Aye shit, I'm shitting on a lot of niggas
Keep a small circle like the 5 Percenters
I hear them talk a lot, but where the profit in it
And they ain't talking rich, I dont bother with it
I'm in the bank and I'm just tryna put some commas in it
And my mans with the shit if I nod you finish
And break times over now it's back to work
Niggas plotting with they friends like this gots to work
Like whaat, Nigga I'm Captain Kirk
Its spaceship shit I might attack the earth
And it bullets through the air
Bought him not nurse
Like if it do connect then it just might hurt
I got hand full of bands like I just might splurge
I'm the man with the plan
Shit I just might burn the whole city to a crisp
Red little bitch and she speak with a lisp
So imagine what she doing on the dick
Okay, I gotta see to believe it
If I hear it I don't know
Nigga a lie to you, make up whatever they want
Shit, I might have to take a small vacation
I do little flex
Cause them apes be baping
Them niggas rocking basics
I break the bank with t-shirt and some jeans
Fit whatever you make with 1 pay check
Chase bank know my face
So when I step in they know I need franklin faces
[Verse 2: Mic Vic]
Serving hand to hand
Cause I dont really like blister
Cause I write scriptures
On how to keep a client like when they buy they keep shopping with you
Keep a loud pin up
Dont let it Ciara miss ya
I am on a mission to multiply all these dividends
And when we hit a lick, we in and out like minute man
Now time for the []
Nigga focused, Im moving the weight
I feel like my Paul Bearer in the coco
NIgga, getting to this money like it was on my to do list
Creepy bitches all way asking me why I'm so ruthless
Probably cause I'm trying to whip around in something ruthless
You ain't making me no bread bitch
Please stop acting clueless
A 9-5 in to strict. but rapping I can do this
My niggas about to eat like
Kathy Chef Family Reunions on union
Thats why I cool it
You got beef squad at you while I got Persian wife for sale
On 48 is where I cool whip, bitch
Verse 3: Monster Mike]
I'm a perfect ass drug dealer
Whole stain fuck niggas
Zips for the low
That be nothing so it's love nigga
Give me what you got
I swear to God you getting faded
Fast sex, Big Nash even say I'm going crazy
Never lazy 'fore I got you
Mic Vic would of had it to but then they bummed him
But he was out the same day
Crazy how we rap and laugh about it in the same place
It cool cause we the same thing
Tell 'em boy its stain gang
Made gang, dollars on my face paint
All we do is slang weight
And all you niggas do is get rob
Need some work call squad
Shit, If not you getting robbed
Swag village [] just the dope no socks
Fuck the Cubs go Soxs
But I'm tryna still on top
What you need motherfucker
Hit the line, know I get it
If I don't then my bitch do
Somewhere in her purse
Drugs coming for the low
But I dont know about a verse
Put my team on everyday
Shit, I dont got no other shirt
I be rapping I be trapping
I can never go to work
They be capping, they be lacking
If they ain't with it I can merch ya
I really go at feeling good, my pockets really bad at hurting
Finna need another plug, tryna fuck around with murder
He be lying like a bitch and I ain't trying to see a murder
Just playing, even though that boy be []
He a Stain god, still gonna keep God first
Aye shit, I'm shitting on a lot of niggas
Keep a small circle like the 5 Percenters
I hear them talk a lot, but where the profit in it
And they ain't talking rich, I dont bother with it
I'm in the bank and I'm just tryna put some commas in it
And my mans with the shit if I nod you finish
And break times over now it's back to work
Niggas plotting with they friends like this gots to work
Like whaat, Nigga I'm Captain Kirk
Its spaceship shit I might attack the earth
And it bullets through the air
Bought him not nurse
Like if it do connect then it just might hurt
I got hand full of bands like I just might splurge
I'm the man with the plan
Shit I just might burn the whole city to a crisp
Red little bitch and she speak with a lisp
So imagine what she doing on the dick
Okay, I gotta see to believe it
If I hear it I don't know
Nigga a lie to you, make up whatever they want
Shit, I might have to take a small vacation
I do little flex
Cause them apes be baping
Them niggas rocking basics
I break the bank with t-shirt and some jeans
Fit whatever you make with 1 pay check
Chase bank know my face
So when I step in they know I need franklin faces
[Verse 2: Mic Vic]
Serving hand to hand
Cause I dont really like blister
Cause I write scriptures
On how to keep a client like when they buy they keep shopping with you
Keep a loud pin up
Dont let it Ciara miss ya
I am on a mission to multiply all these dividends
And when we hit a lick, we in and out like minute man
Now time for the []
Nigga focused, Im moving the weight
I feel like my Paul Bearer in the coco
NIgga, getting to this money like it was on my to do list
Creepy bitches all way asking me why I'm so ruthless
Probably cause I'm trying to whip around in something ruthless
You ain't making me no bread bitch
Please stop acting clueless
A 9-5 in to strict. but rapping I can do this
My niggas about to eat like
Kathy Chef Family Reunions on union
Thats why I cool it
You got beef squad at you while I got Persian wife for sale
On 48 is where I cool whip, bitch
Verse 3: Monster Mike]
I'm a perfect ass drug dealer
Whole stain fuck niggas
Zips for the low
That be nothing so it's love nigga
Give me what you got
I swear to God you getting faded
Fast sex, Big Nash even say I'm going crazy
Never lazy 'fore I got you
Mic Vic would of had it to but then they bummed him
But he was out the same day
Crazy how we rap and laugh about it in the same place
It cool cause we the same thing
Tell 'em boy its stain gang
Made gang, dollars on my face paint
All we do is slang weight
And all you niggas do is get rob
Need some work call squad
Shit, If not you getting robbed
Swag village [] just the dope no socks
Fuck the Cubs go Soxs
But I'm tryna still on top
What you need motherfucker
Hit the line, know I get it
If I don't then my bitch do
Somewhere in her purse
Drugs coming for the low
But I dont know about a verse
Put my team on everyday
Shit, I dont got no other shirt
I be rapping I be trapping
I can never go to work
They be capping, they be lacking
If they ain't with it I can merch ya
I really go at feeling good, my pockets really bad at hurting
Finna need another plug, tryna fuck around with murder
He be lying like a bitch and I ain't trying to see a murder
Just playing, even though that boy be []
He a Stain god, still gonna keep God first
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