[1st Verse]: [Micah T]
frame of mind-this game is mine-I'm..
Fiddy with lines-diddy with shyne-this city is mine (mine)
Rhyme-snatchin pills-snap on a track-I'm attackin the mils
Back in the field-I got this track appeal-tight-vaccuum sealed
I'll be stackin bills
I'm back in the race-runnin laps on the tracks-that'll pass ya pace
I'll blow like a bomb-blow a load in my palm-and slap ya face
I'm passin the greats-'til I pass in my grave
Six feet- sh** s deep-Miss Me-like drake and weezy
This heat-is bakin easy-die from the aids-come back like eazy-e
No easy feat-no peace-it ceased-retreat back
I'll decease ya speech-retweet that
If money was skill-I'm Bill Gates
Run me a deal-I'm ill, thanks
And you can call me The Fresh Prince-the way-I Phil Banks.
