You know guys it's really nick's decision dude
What happens with this mixtape
This is totally 100 miles and running dude
I couldn't get any drops from any famous people so
I'm just gonna say it myself dude
I appreciate you downloading the mixtape however
You got it whatever you know
So what I need you to do right now is
Roll your windows up keep blowing on something
The ac blowing on you
Tell your girl don't talk to you for about 2 minutes
And 30 seconds 3 minutes
Or however long we about to do it
Yeah you don't say nothing okay
Just bob your head like you get it
Peace to maryland but still an uptown roamer
Aroma strong enough to bring em outta coma
The wake up dawg get ya face off the pillow
Necessarily rough em I'm a fighting armadillo
No fumbalaya no fumblerooski
One choke of this you a note from mariah high
Wale they call me tiger stripes
I'll forever move any cat they admire mine
With that mj flow they hurl mine to my
So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine
Go inside the mind you will find the mine
You see my mind's a bomb sitting behind my eyes
Detonating when I rhyme a rhyme
So in layman's terms my words burn
There you lying a rhyme
Also this mothaf**ka got a nine to five
Hardest spitting mothaf**ka this side of the line
Harder n***as try to hate me they be loving this side
They were n***as quite similar to pitching the lines
But the same deposition take an l every time
And I'm no los rogers no mike williams
Holla at ya boy young roy's in the kill s**t
Home of the terrapins beware of the gilchrist
W**d's played out they on that pill s**t
A bad mothaf**ka where that milfs at
I work overtime millsap
Y'all millhouse blew y'all head
Pause you not near wa-le
Who not fear dawg yeah dawg you them e-t-c
Ie
I get sick white tee I be kicks
Ya'll be highly obliged when I drop my s**t
Me and you I think we should ride
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get inside
Come on come on come on come on
I can't promise this verse will be better than the first
But still how you n***as I get jacks on the first
In search of my perfection no gotta love it further
In search of my direction my genre is certain
It's hip-hop not pop
Been waiting for the real real long like skirts at a sock-hop
I like b***hes in air maxes without socks
And when they wear makeup I'm like no sir
I can't f**k with the alter
Sorta like a dyke that I altar
I gotta bounce I don't call her
I just bounce like there's no hole
Barry sanders on turf
That means I have no block
True indeed I don't rep no block
I rep for the people that rep hip-hop
And it don't stop
I went to school with the white boys
So I can understand the plight for em
But I don't mean to finna fight for em
I ran the street with the street n***as
So I can understand police victims
But I don't mean to finna speak for em
I mean to speak for em
With the s'more from the narrative
Check it
And you can tell everyone
I ain't finna lie and I ain't finna fake
It's wale folarin I tell you how it is
State your f**king biz
If ya'll about to hate then alleviate the diss
And talk some more s**t
Ready
Me and you I think we should ride
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get inside
Come on come on come on come on
