Lyrics August - M.Y.K

What is August 18?
Anything special about it?
Is it your birthday?
Is it a holiday?
You getting money?
Is it your birthday?
No way, no way
Is it your birthday?

Lace your shoes I'm about to take you way beyond
Half across the world, way past oblivion
They keep on staring at me is that louie he got on
Around here they call me Mr 2000 and beyond
Uh, he's so classy though, he rolls with Tony though
Signing these deals but I never show up at the shows
You bitches should have known,
Repping the city that is always in the summer zone
And I got, more intuition Ghana you'll ever have,
Niggas say they'll kill me just like drake did to Milly's ass
But they cannot catch me like a bullet to a niggas head
I'm Just an Artist Like Picasso I will end up dead. Yeah

Hey Myky I heard you run the city