MIKE - Ours lyrics

Yuh before my heavens in the sky
My demons need to fall
I guess I seen it all
I need a shoulder I can lean towards
I need help or whatever that
May mean to y'all
You may be rich, but that sound
Sound the cheapest dog
You say you living I can
Tell you never breathed before
My nigga this ain't chess, this a sport
Imma say it from my chest boy you pork
Niggas think they eating with no
Bev or a fork
It make no sense to put a pen in this war
I cut my palms
And then I write these lyrics with a sword
You can see it in my spirit aye
See it in my core
Nigga I ain't here to share a
Plate or do another nigga chores
Out my negatives away
And put that euphemism forward
I been pedalling away so I
Could move the movement forward
Getting shitty drunk
And now i'm looting in the store
It's so confusing to be poor with rich minds
My nigga get behind, you missed yours
My nigga get behind, you missed yours
How i'm supposed to thrive in the city?
Whats a MIKE to a businessman named Billy?
Grab the mic, keep spitting and then chants
Came quickly like "MIKE keep spitting"
Like "MIKE keep spitting"