paroles de chanson Top Floor Freestyle - Mike Mike

Mike, Mike, you be goin' crazy
Mama told me get a job, but it ain't work
Until the day I get a deal, ma, I still gotta serve
Cuz kept it so real, I ah killed over Ferg
I been battlin' addiction ma I'm still on them perks
I can feel it gettin' worse, I know it's gettin' worse
I woke up and Got throwed ain't even feed my kids first
But they still gon' eat, that's why daddy in the streets
I get them everything they need, this a struggle they can't see
I hurry up and leave when the phone ring
I give my kids what they want, they want disown me
You gotta watch out for the fakes and the phonies
You gotta watch out for the Erics and the Tonys
Them niggas police

I can't believe that I got tricked like we was on teams
I think about that shit and laugh
Sometimes I think about that same shit and I get sad
A bitch tricked me out my freedom, bro, tricked me out the bag
Same ones say they happy for a nigga really mad
How the fuck he outta jail where that boy get 80 racks
Same nigga talkin' down and same ones ain't pay me back
Let me switch topics, before it fuck around and make me mad
Big Tone got me together, he like, Cuz I got whatever
This won't pacify your pain, but this lil' shit'll make it better
Zelly, he know he my brother, he gave me a zip of butter
He said, Brody, if you stay down, you'll be up by the summer
Momma said, stay out of trouble

A smile come across my face, I see the water bubble
Niggas know I'm back out, & swiping they in trouble
Depending on what your last dealer gave you, I'll do double
If I give you a chance and you blow it, then it's fuck you
I'm hangin' up the phone if you talk about homicide
Me and bro came out the same pussy, don't see eye to eye
It's a whole lot of excuses when it's time to slide
Indictments come by surprise, that's why I ain't been round the guys
Fuck a job, I'll never work another nine to five
My phone ring at 5 a.m., I guess it's time to rise and grind
Gotta move with precision, benefiting off a crime
One mistake, all it take to get a whole lotta time

If you in the streets, you ain't immune to the shit
It be ups, it be downs, just get used to the shit
When your family snake you out, it be confusing and shit
Once it's up, then it's stuck, no defusing the shit
Ain't no fair fights with me, boy, I'm usin' the blick
Sound like a whoopee cushion when I'm usin' the switch
If I hold it too long, then a few gon' get hit
Ain't no cap in my rap, boy, I'm true to this shit

Pop a nigga, pop a perk, I feel cool as a bitch
She did the two-hand twist, I feel glued to this bitch
Hoes say I'm nonchalant, I be rude as a bitch
I stay with the attitude, mental abusing a bitch
Life full of choices, be wise and choose what you pick
You can come up quick if you fuckin' with that shit
I sold brick by brick, tenth by tenth
Ran it up and lost it all, I'ma do that shit again