MIKE - armour lyrics
[MIKE - armour lyrics]
Young boy, deep mind, slow thinker, each time
These lines reach my inner purpose
Need mines these niggas weak
I peep through they frail skin
Busy getting hell bent
Standing in the pale wind
Holding up myself since, stumble off the L
Piss crumble when that fog hit
Early in the morning
Foot first, eye last, books burn, time pass
Cook work, dodge class, took purse, got back
Know that I see, I been watching
Getting the cold off my conscience
MIKE get the dope off at Tompkins
Tim, that's my brother, I got him
I had some run-ins with karma
I took some blows to the armour
Nigga who farming your food
I'm winning, I'm charging for loot
Look for heart in the truth
I promise it start in the booth
Money, the fame, or yourself
But trust me it's harder to choose trust me