Rimzee - Mic Merkers Freestyle (Mixtape Madness) lyrics
[Rimzee - Mic Merkers Freestyle Mixtape Madness lyrics]
Them man are driving round bangers
I spent six on my first whip
To beep my horn in traffic
Catch me swerving through Clapton
In my Moncler, eight bills
You can't afford my jacket
Chilling playing chess in my Louis creps
Thinking bout the days when I couldn't
Buy a Q of peng
They're like "Where's your new vid? "
I'm like "Bear with him"
I've got a man on test run
I threw a half a square at him
I should be on a first class plane to Miami
But I can't cause I'm on
Bail for some madness
Swag mad fam, I shoulda done fashion
All my clothes foreign like
I speak another language
I took it for the team
Cause I'm my brother's keeper
I got shanked nine times but I
Ate that like a pizza
I remember school times
Getting cussed by my teacher
But now I've got more guap than my teacher
I had shh holding my beater
Tryna gas teacher to slag the whole nina
Them times there I was travelling from
Me, Biggz and Smokes bro
The real money team cause
And I just finished school in like '08
Caught a arms charge
Now I'm tryna beat the whole case
Looking down, I've got Gucci on my loafers
Called the Roc Boys and I
Ain't talking bout Hova's
And you can get it from the AM to the PM
I took a little violation, that reason being
T bought that ting down
Fam it sent my nigga Veen
And they're lucky he didn't see them
My whole fucking life's been hard G
But I smile when I look at my Carti
My link for me said there's new sums
Come and see him
But I'm still mad I lost three tings
And I ain't pull up in the flyest cars
Cah they're flagging all my
Motors dem for firearms
Armed jakes telling me "Get
Out" with their beaters
Telling me to put my fucking hands
Where they can see them
I spent six on my first whip
To beep my horn in traffic
Catch me swerving through Clapton
In my Moncler, eight bills
You can't afford my jacket
Chilling playing chess in my Louis creps
Thinking bout the days when I couldn't
Buy a Q of peng
They're like "Where's your new vid? "
I'm like "Bear with him"
I've got a man on test run
I threw a half a square at him
I should be on a first class plane to Miami
But I can't cause I'm on
Bail for some madness
Swag mad fam, I shoulda done fashion
All my clothes foreign like
I speak another language
I took it for the team
Cause I'm my brother's keeper
I got shanked nine times but I
Ate that like a pizza
I remember school times
Getting cussed by my teacher
But now I've got more guap than my teacher
I had shh holding my beater
Tryna gas teacher to slag the whole nina
Them times there I was travelling from
Me, Biggz and Smokes bro
The real money team cause
And I just finished school in like '08
Caught a arms charge
Now I'm tryna beat the whole case
Looking down, I've got Gucci on my loafers
Called the Roc Boys and I
Ain't talking bout Hova's
And you can get it from the AM to the PM
I took a little violation, that reason being
T bought that ting down
Fam it sent my nigga Veen
And they're lucky he didn't see them
My whole fucking life's been hard G
But I smile when I look at my Carti
My link for me said there's new sums
Come and see him
But I'm still mad I lost three tings
And I ain't pull up in the flyest cars
Cah they're flagging all my
Motors dem for firearms
Armed jakes telling me "Get
Out" with their beaters
Telling me to put my fucking hands
Where they can see them