Aitch - MICE lyrics
Aitch [Harrison Armstrong]
[Aitch - MICE lyrics]
WhyJay (yeah, yeah, 1, 2, 3)
Got a couple statements to
Make and some paper to chase
I've been grafting all year
Still ain't taking a break
Fam, I need to vacate
Get my shades out the case
Trust me, can't nobody ever throw
Shade on the Aitch (Woh)
Shit ain't ever easy
Had to wait for my plate
Hella promises were made but
Man were blatantly fake
Had to change up my ways
I just weighed up the game
Now the radio plays are just making me cake
(Ah ah) lookin steezy
Got your girlfriend in her feelings
Then I'm linking Simon
Talking millions in meetings
Nineteen years old
Four bills and we go eatin'
And nineteen on the plate
Four circles on the keyring (Skrrt)
Looking at the charts
Come like looking in the mirror
Murdered every feature, when you greet me
Call me killer (O oh)
Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me
I'm a sinner but I know you got my back so
I give thanks before my dinner
Hottest younger in the UK
Give a fuck what you say
They was poppin' back then
Cuzzy it's a new day rapping 'bout a MAC-10
You're 30 years too late
Running up your gums, you ain't
Worthy, it's too fake, huh
Choppin' rhythms up with WhYJay
Gotta whip a new tape
Blockin' women out my life, yeah
I ain't got time for you babe
Box of liquor on my rider
Tryna' find a new wave call the driver
Run outside and get inside the new shape
(Haha) taking the piss
Ain't popped a pill but I'm taking a trip
Straight to the moon and then
Straight to the booth
Go and lace up my shoes and
Head straight to your bitch
Basically I'm going crazy with this
You ain't taming me
Please stay away from the kid hit the belly
Now I can't stay away from the fridge
Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me
I'm made for this shit
One step, two step, kill a rapper
Who's next? Pussy, I'm the truth so don't
Ever get the yute vexed
Doing what I do, I'm making moves
I got my crew set headlocking the game
Gonna finish it with a suplex
I've been killing it
Seriously where the fuck have you been?
Beat the odds, I've got the haters
Every point got proven
Let me in and now they sit
Because your boy's a nuisance
Take the piss a little bit
But you can't knock the movement
Mum and dad are happy, shit been taking off
And they ain't got to worry 'bout a
Mortgage 'cause I paid it off
Had to take my shot because I
Really couldn't take my job
Now I'm making guap it's kinda hard
To find a way to not, haha
With my baby cakes I'm baking off
You know she love the baby face, it's bait
She call me babe a lot
I take her on a date, potential base
She really made the spot
Sexy with the make-up
But sexier when she take it off
S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire
This shit be flamin' hot
Sick of celebrating
All I heard this year was "take a shot"
All I get is W's
This winning got me faded off
Speak my mind every time I see the mic
Say it how it is, I just be me fam
I don't need to lie easy with it G
I bring the Ps to keep my peace of mind
Do it for the cake and I won't
Sleep until I eat a slice
But don't fuck about us
I swear I'll pull the shutters down
You're lucky if I take a break
You're fucked if I put something out
Put the beat to bed
Go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out
Zoobie to the head
This kush and cookie got me buggin' out
Why the man pretending like they're
Fucking with the kid?
Indirectly sending got you looking
Like a bitch i got love for everyone but
Trusting them's a myth
Live your life upon t' edge
They'll try and push you off the- haha