Текст песни Mr. Miyagi (feat. Jon Banks, Wolfman Longarm, Trip C, ALIOSHA & Aaron Harris) - The Neverending Mixtape

Yeah I got a show soon, bitch, get that mouth open
Getting money both ways, yeah I call it Frank Ocean
I got nothing for these haters, I got something for these hoes
All this money in my fingers keep a nigga on his toes
For my woes, I'ma ride, til the day my lid is closed
I got foes aiming for my knees, feel like Derrick Rose
I don't pose, I meant every single word that I chose
If I see you in these streets, then it goes how it goes
Mothafucka

You talking trash
We on your block
She wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I'm in my zone
These boys are soft
Tell mama, I'm winning
I'm winning, I'm winning
You talking trash
We on your block
She wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I'm in my zone
These boys are soft
Tell mama, I'm winning
I'm winning, I'm winning

I don't lose
I'm on go
I'm on the loose
Pouring a four
I'm getting screwed
But so is your hoe
I might OD, fuck it
Bitch I am Ghost
Y'all do the most, my neck is froze
My wrist is froze
Bringing that fire I feel like Shoto
I'm getting higher but always on flow
Yeah yeah
My cup overflowing
Oh you got the crown, sheesh
Yeah we overthrowing
Hope you enjoyed your moment
Cause it is over, I'm never sober
I am like soldier seven-six
I don't ever fucking miss
Off a GG 249
Yeah I'm really with the shits
I'm on a script
I ain't acting, I keep it real
Lights camera action, say how you feel
Bitch you just yapping
I am not listening, sipping on Captain
I am not capping, bitch I am still serving
I am not standing here, I be just swerving
If I catch you lacking I leave you in hearses, plural
Cause I get to cutting you up
Feeling like Kenshin when thirsty for blood
Sheesh, I'm a demon, yeah
Sheesh, look who I'm teaming with

I been on a roll
Off a roll
Seeing dos, dos
Know that I don't fold
Pressure make diamonds then
I been wet like flow
Hope these sins don't cost my soul
Lit like firestone
So if you want smoke, I could provide you
Mind on a million
I'm on a mission til seven digits
There ain't no sleeping
And ain't no switching
Miami teach me
Showed me to never change up, ain't no seasons
Hundred degrees in my skin I
Only feel heat, that's
The reason you hear it's the same thing I'm spitting

Back on my shit like I never left
Spitting mad heat so I had to get a dental plan
Sipping Minute Maid but I never been a minuteman
Malcolm in the streets, but I never been a middleman
Sick with the flows and you know I'm getting better fam
If you want to claim black skin, get a better tan
Suited up on the rooftop, I'm a gentleman
Prove it two times so you know I'm the better man
Y'all busy getting a fix
I'm busy making these hits
I'm busy moving these bricks
I don't need brands on my kicks
Show in a twenty is sold out
I get the money then roll out
Speak with italics and bold now
I am the flame when it goes out

You talking trash
We on your block
She wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I'm in my zone
These boys are soft
Tell mama, I'm winning
I'm winning, I'm winning
You talking trash
We on your block
She wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I'm in my zone
These boys are soft
Tell mama, I'm winning
I'm winning, I'm winning