Chorus : Michael Rothschild
I want y'all to get another piece of my mind
I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind
I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time
I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine
I want y'all to get another piece of my mind
I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind
I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time
I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine
Verse 1: Michael Rothschild
The d**h in the air sinking in they seats
Blue cashmere the fleece, shining like im Keats
You could run it through police, all the crew elites
My dad told me leave your heart bleeding on them streets
Never knew if God sent em, but we never needed
The charges from the DA, when none of em beat it
Laymen's, left them ha**as on the ground bleedin
With his momma at the crib, and she still pleadin'
Was talkin' to my cousin man he thought im going crazy
Horrible Bosses, locked up like im Kevin Spacey
Used to wanna get a Rolly, never want a AP
Feelin' like I'm Mr. Feeni dealin' out in AT
I remember hospital lights on the bed
Sittin' there looking at him, thinking is he dead
I'm throwing off cops, chief look at me instead
I'm LeBron with the heat, you Sam Bowie with the Feds
Lieutenant General didn't ask me if he he bled
He was lookin at me sharply and he started turning red
Told him I decide your actions, even just to break bread
Even if it's fine wine dining with the late-heads
Chorus:
I want y'all to get another piece of my mind
I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind
I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time
I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine
I want y'all to get another piece of my mind
I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind
I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time
I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine
Verse 2: Michael Rothschild
In Bahamas, at Atlantis, hundred on the lakers
I do this for the realist I don't do this for the fakers
Grab your little pony boy and take him to your makers
I'm waitin' on the rock, then I kick like David Acres
They comin' grab the Golden Deagle out the corridor
Set up appointments with your momma and the coroner
I saw him struggling, the boys really tryna corner her
But If they really want it, I gotta get em to Florida
The charges from the case that got me I ain't never sleep
If they catch us with the birds I ain't never cheep
Switch them flamerz on the block, there ain't never heat
And I might roll up through ya block and make a bezel sweep
Yes
Louis Vuitton shoes on im feeling like a winner
Remember when I used to have to roll to get some dinner
Even though my homie J. Cole a born sinner
We've all made mistakes ma and it's a cold winter
But this is just the mad story on my grind
Gets me out of jail every time I spit a rhyme
But I ain't going back, I ain't never doin' time
Don't you ever get the crime and the punishment intertwined
Now that Im getting guap, the publishers all in line
With the diamonds in my bezel kinda feelin' like it's mine
Got my shorty on my left, and she staring at my nine
Really make me sick homie, these adventures on my mind