Baby Mane - One Mic Freestyle lyrics
[Baby Mane - One Mic Freestyle lyrics]
Let that shit ride, Eighty8
Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy
Oh yeah Berki, this the one right here
Grandma told me I'm a problem child
Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house
Brodie told me: "Stay down, we garn' make it out"
That's my nigga, free him up
Why they lock him down?
Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles
I'm closer to my dreams, but it take a while
So I'm serving all these fiends
Put diamonds in my teeth
For when I smile
But I don't smile
I told my nigga "Hold on"
But he went gripping
The way they folding on the kitch'
Opps seen the vision
I'm really signed to these streets
These people saying I'm different
And when they try numb me off
I swear, I stayed on my pivot
These niggas ain't 100, yeah they barely 50
Now they see I got a chance
Wanna take me like Biggie
I'll be in them back roads, now we honey like Diddy
I'm looking at these lights while I ride through my city
I'ma slide through the city
Spin that nigga's block like a frisbee
And we ain't stopping, nah
'Til they 6 feet
Get rich, die tryin', like I'm 50
And I swear I'm getting tired of these miskeens
Grandma told me I'm a problem child
Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house
Brodie told me: "Stay down, we garn' make it out"
That's my nigga, free him up
Why they lock him down?
Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles
I'm closer to my dreams, but it take a while
So I'm serving all these fiends
Put diamonds in my teeth
For when I smile
But I don't smile
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic
So I'm watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet
'Til I'm out of this hood
I'ma feed these addicts
They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic
So I'm riding with mine
I'm steady clutching this steel
You fuck around, you might die
You get stuck in this field
I swear they tellin' these lies
Ain't felt this pain I feel
Ah, smoke two 9s, we risk it all for the mil'
Hooya ask me why I'm walking weird
She won't know the rent's banked
Brodie told me "Show no fear
These niggas ain't like that"
Nothing gets dropped, I know
Skinna's spinning right back
Spying on my shit, told them niggas bring that flow back
Tell them bring that flow back
Switching on your niggas, no
I was never taught that
Envy in their eyes, nigga that's why I done fell back
Phone was moving slow, no, I ain't get no call backs, no
And we really serving rocks
We'd hold heavy metals
Award up in the streets, but
We ain't get no medals
Pain up in my back, but I ain't ever settle
Thinking 'bout that dough when I'm pushing on these pedals
And it's a cold world, we the coldest in it
Best of both worlds, we serve them both up in it
Mickz with the Glock, you know he rolling with it
Ah, you know he smokey with it
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic
So I'm watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet
'Til I'm out of this hood I'ma feed these addicts
They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic
Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy
Oh yeah Berki, this the one right here
Grandma told me I'm a problem child
Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house
Brodie told me: "Stay down, we garn' make it out"
That's my nigga, free him up
Why they lock him down?
Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles
I'm closer to my dreams, but it take a while
So I'm serving all these fiends
Put diamonds in my teeth
For when I smile
But I don't smile
I told my nigga "Hold on"
But he went gripping
The way they folding on the kitch'
Opps seen the vision
I'm really signed to these streets
These people saying I'm different
And when they try numb me off
I swear, I stayed on my pivot
These niggas ain't 100, yeah they barely 50
Now they see I got a chance
Wanna take me like Biggie
I'll be in them back roads, now we honey like Diddy
I'm looking at these lights while I ride through my city
I'ma slide through the city
Spin that nigga's block like a frisbee
And we ain't stopping, nah
'Til they 6 feet
Get rich, die tryin', like I'm 50
And I swear I'm getting tired of these miskeens
Grandma told me I'm a problem child
Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house
Brodie told me: "Stay down, we garn' make it out"
That's my nigga, free him up
Why they lock him down?
Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles
I'm closer to my dreams, but it take a while
So I'm serving all these fiends
Put diamonds in my teeth
For when I smile
But I don't smile
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic
So I'm watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet
'Til I'm out of this hood
I'ma feed these addicts
They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic
So I'm riding with mine
I'm steady clutching this steel
You fuck around, you might die
You get stuck in this field
I swear they tellin' these lies
Ain't felt this pain I feel
Ah, smoke two 9s, we risk it all for the mil'
Hooya ask me why I'm walking weird
She won't know the rent's banked
Brodie told me "Show no fear
These niggas ain't like that"
Nothing gets dropped, I know
Skinna's spinning right back
Spying on my shit, told them niggas bring that flow back
Tell them bring that flow back
Switching on your niggas, no
I was never taught that
Envy in their eyes, nigga that's why I done fell back
Phone was moving slow, no, I ain't get no call backs, no
And we really serving rocks
We'd hold heavy metals
Award up in the streets, but
We ain't get no medals
Pain up in my back, but I ain't ever settle
Thinking 'bout that dough when I'm pushing on these pedals
And it's a cold world, we the coldest in it
Best of both worlds, we serve them both up in it
Mickz with the Glock, you know he rolling with it
Ah, you know he smokey with it
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic
So I'm watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet
'Til I'm out of this hood I'ma feed these addicts
They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic