Mike Dimes - MY STORY lyrics
[Mike Dimes - MY STORY lyrics]
Hotter than a sauna i got more bucks
Got more white than a bitch named Madonna
Lil' nigga, come check my status
Mike ain't never been average
I make it happen
Give me a bag, I'ma pack it
When I get mad, my chain get pissed
When I get sad, my ears shed tears
Been in the game three years
It's takin' a while 'cause' I'm pure
I'm better than them, I'm sick, no cure
Bonafide niggas don't have no fear
Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear
Madе two bands up in two minutes
My music make money slidе
When I leave, make bitches go suicide
When I got in the game, I got crucified
I ain't take no handouts, nigga
Why you got your hand out, nigga?
I'm flyer than any bird of a feather
You focused on bitches? Bruh, get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
(Uh, uh)
Almost put the ho on a strecher (Uh, huh)
Got five missed calls, won't text her
(Uh, uh)
Lil' shawty always been extra (Uh, huh)
This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (No Tesla)
I run this game, come catch up
Step on somethin' apply that pressure
Niggas mad, but I can't help 'em
I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty
These niggas be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit
'cause I'm twenty in the 2020 (Vroom)
Movin' work in that Challenger (Challenger)
While your bitch givin' brain
From the passenger (The passenger)
Niggas can't keep up with me
Unless I let 'em
He gon' trust that bitch unless I tell him
Promise your homie is not your real homie
You think that's your homie? Then
Go 'head and test him (On God)
Take her on a trip
(Trip) , put it on her lip (Her lip)
Watch how young niggas get drip
I got some baby mamas tryna strip (On gang)
I got some young niggas tryna clip (On gang)
Thought we was homies, now you below me
It's funny that pussy can make niggas phony
It's funny that money can make niggas ho me
Hold on (What you say to 'em, though?)
But like I said, Double Lamb OG
All my niggas got beats, they eat
Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats
Before one time, I slide G3
Yeah, my whip don't got no keys
Yeah, my bitch don't got no weave
All my niggas throw up L
But this no loss, this shit low-key
I get back, I get it back
I get a bag, I get a backend
I won't trip, 'cause I'm never lackin'
I get a brick and make it a fraction
I get it lit, I make it lit
I get it lit, I get it litty
Ain't no mark gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky
That's on God these niggas be fraud
These niggas don't rob
These niggas be talkin' 'bout all that cap
(On gang) these niggas be timid
These niggas ain't with it
I send him the addy, he gone off the map
I come through quick, come through quick
The minute you drops, make fiends relapse
This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap
I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap
I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money (Gang)
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang
Got more white than a bitch named Madonna
Lil' nigga, come check my status
Mike ain't never been average
I make it happen
Give me a bag, I'ma pack it
When I get mad, my chain get pissed
When I get sad, my ears shed tears
Been in the game three years
It's takin' a while 'cause' I'm pure
I'm better than them, I'm sick, no cure
Bonafide niggas don't have no fear
Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear
Madе two bands up in two minutes
My music make money slidе
When I leave, make bitches go suicide
When I got in the game, I got crucified
I ain't take no handouts, nigga
Why you got your hand out, nigga?
I'm flyer than any bird of a feather
You focused on bitches? Bruh, get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
(Uh, uh)
Almost put the ho on a strecher (Uh, huh)
Got five missed calls, won't text her
(Uh, uh)
Lil' shawty always been extra (Uh, huh)
This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (No Tesla)
I run this game, come catch up
Step on somethin' apply that pressure
Niggas mad, but I can't help 'em
I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty
These niggas be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit
'cause I'm twenty in the 2020 (Vroom)
Movin' work in that Challenger (Challenger)
While your bitch givin' brain
From the passenger (The passenger)
Niggas can't keep up with me
Unless I let 'em
He gon' trust that bitch unless I tell him
Promise your homie is not your real homie
You think that's your homie? Then
Go 'head and test him (On God)
Take her on a trip
(Trip) , put it on her lip (Her lip)
Watch how young niggas get drip
I got some baby mamas tryna strip (On gang)
I got some young niggas tryna clip (On gang)
Thought we was homies, now you below me
It's funny that pussy can make niggas phony
It's funny that money can make niggas ho me
Hold on (What you say to 'em, though?)
But like I said, Double Lamb OG
All my niggas got beats, they eat
Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats
Before one time, I slide G3
Yeah, my whip don't got no keys
Yeah, my bitch don't got no weave
All my niggas throw up L
But this no loss, this shit low-key
I get back, I get it back
I get a bag, I get a backend
I won't trip, 'cause I'm never lackin'
I get a brick and make it a fraction
I get it lit, I make it lit
I get it lit, I get it litty
Ain't no mark gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky
That's on God these niggas be fraud
These niggas don't rob
These niggas be talkin' 'bout all that cap
(On gang) these niggas be timid
These niggas ain't with it
I send him the addy, he gone off the map
I come through quick, come through quick
The minute you drops, make fiends relapse
This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap
I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap
I'ma just tell my story
This DLOG, no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Niggas mad 'cause I get money (Gang)
Leave my house, they tried to jump me
This no lie, this a true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang