RMC Mike - Fisher Price lyrics

Shut up
Jose The Great

Bitch, oh, you thought
I couldn't hear you
Huh?
Guess what I did

Dirty-ass Glock on me
Chillin' while I slang dope
Thirty-seven hundred for this
Double G raincoat
I'm on the rise, you on the rise too
We in the same boat ask about me, shit
I'm everywhere you niggas can't go
Strapped up
Rockin' all purple like it's Saints Row
Desert Eagle blowin' circles at him
Caught a halo
Emerald cuts in my GB piece, shoutout Halo
Popped a Percocet, I'm geeked up
Call me Fabo
It's time to turn up on these niggas, Mikе
I did some wrong on the come-up
But now I'm livin' right
That's my blood cousin
So hе hit me with the Fisher-Price
Unc' still on the stove cookin'
Dope with a kitchen knife
Came up from the mud
Now a nigga rockin' diamonds
Ain't rap beefin' with a soul
I'ma kill his ass with kindness
I just tell it how it is
I got a problem with bein' honest
I'm just masterin' my craft
Waitin' on the perfect timing
Damn, it's time to let these niggas
Know just who I be
God blessed me with the rap
But, I'll still get it out the streets
Do anything for some cheese
I know exactly how it be
He locked both of my brothers
Up, I'm like, "God, why me?"
But, I'ma hold it tight, pray for it big
It came overnight
You gonna pour a whole pint in
One pop for the culture, right?
Stack the hundred dollar bills up
Until they shoulder height
Never know what you gon' get in life
It's just roll the dice tried to leave
But the ghetto made me who I am
I ain't stoppin' 'til my bank account
At least say an M
Worldwide now, everywhere I go, they say
"It's him" headed to the booth to work these
Rappers out like it's the gym
Ayy, step back, three, corner three
Slam dunk
Hey, cross him over, take him to the hole
Add one
Hey, take this creep, do it from the top
Alley oop
Hey, no-look pass from the paint, it's a two
Hey, broke this shit down to
Basketball 'cause I'm the truth
Real Ghetto Boyz made it to the top
We the proof
Fuck a bitch once then disappear, poof
Run up on me, guess what I'm gon do? Shoot
Leave a lot of holes in his body, flute
He say he gon' rob me when he see me, who?
Havin' fun with rap, left out with a gram
Brought an onion back
Fuck the bitch for forty-seven minutes
Off a hunnid pack he always comin' short
So I sold Unc' the dummy pack
If I pay you for a feature and it's wack
I want my money back
Watch for the block, cut
Straight through the hole, i'ma run him back
I just built a whole tree house
I'm a lumberjack
Million dollar goals over here
You just a petty person
Unc' sniffed a line and fell out
I guess the fetty workin'
Twenty-seven hours on that road
I'll be ready Thursday
I just dropped an eight in a
Small pop 'cause I'm kinda thirsty
I heard you caught a body yesterday
Was it worth it? Runnin' to that pape' every
Day like it's urgent
Fly as hell, lookin' for my landin'
Check the surface
Bitch say she wanna suck my
Dick bad but she nervous
I got a ticket due, in '97, I was swervin'
Take it back to 2017, I was servin'
Mad as hell, I cut the bitch off
Her body perfect
Pretty bitch with nothin' else goin'
She was worthless
I don't get caught up in the hype, bitch
I'm ballin' like I'm Mike
With no seals, I'm still buyin' pints
What's the price?
I ain't even have to speak
She gon' fuck me from the ice
I done got this bitch pregnant
Now she stuck with me for life
Ayy, five mill', ten mill', maybe twenty
At the end of the day
I just know I'm gettin' some money
Wrap the 'bows, throw 'em in a casket
It's a mummy
I just overcharged the nigga ten racks
He a dummy
Chain froze, my brain cold, I'm legit
My city saw me make it outta nothin'
I'm the shit
I got a guard dog runnin' 'round my crib
It's a pit
I can't lie, I was lookin' for her boy
But she a bitch