MIKE - As 4 Me lyrics
[MIKE - As 4 Me lyrics]
This my only chance left to prove to y'all
I'm the best rapper in the fuckin' world
Hey, hey
Said thank God livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the filling
Tell mama what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich
And now you wanna be a villain?
Had a hunch and Doc' did it
There's money in the written
They fronted, I ain't trippin'
It's funny you don't gotta tell
A dummy his position it Be the spirit's -
Tell em keep the quickness
Stay the fuck from out the business
Give a fuck about a critic
Wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest
And niggas wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch, if I can spare it
Struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair
But I still muscle through the errands
Said enough with the comparing
Love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel, see the glare
All that clusters isn't carats
Know it touch him when you hear it
One up in the air
And my love I be embarrassed
Always stumble when you caring
When the winters are the fairest
Puddles and despair overcome no full of fear
Runnin' into terror
Uh, I Said thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Make the ugliest dec- thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother & my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the filling
When you look at him -
His behavior, his attitude
You'll think he's rough but
When you get close
To him you'll see he's a good somebody
I'm the best rapper in the fuckin' world
Hey, hey
Said thank God livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the filling
Tell mama what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich
And now you wanna be a villain?
Had a hunch and Doc' did it
There's money in the written
They fronted, I ain't trippin'
It's funny you don't gotta tell
A dummy his position it Be the spirit's -
Tell em keep the quickness
Stay the fuck from out the business
Give a fuck about a critic
Wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest
And niggas wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch, if I can spare it
Struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair
But I still muscle through the errands
Said enough with the comparing
Love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel, see the glare
All that clusters isn't carats
Know it touch him when you hear it
One up in the air
And my love I be embarrassed
Always stumble when you caring
When the winters are the fairest
Puddles and despair overcome no full of fear
Runnin' into terror
Uh, I Said thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Make the ugliest dec- thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother and my sister
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for
My brother & my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the filling
When you look at him -
His behavior, his attitude
You'll think he's rough but
When you get close
To him you'll see he's a good somebody