[Produced By Bandplay]
[Hook][x2]
They gunned my young boy down,Mike Brown
What if it were Mike White? Like like like
Mike with the one glove
Mike still selling shoes he ain't showing love
[Verse 1]
Mike bite your ear off, take a year off
I done veered off, bout to take a quick trip to Saint Louis
We gone burn it to the ground and we ain't moving
We looting, they shooting, we losing
Make a n***a wanna straight make hate music
Tryna tell me be a leader, maybe help them see their way through it
What I'm s'posed to say, I got 8 toolies
[Verse 2]
Went and got it out the mud, dry time praying that it flood
Young street n***a with his faith and his plug
Now I'm buying up bandos, renovate them b**hes, tryna make me a dove
I don't make music to be played in the clubs
Said it sounds like I'm sleeping, tryna wake a n***a up
What you take a n***a for? Wasn't raised to give a f**
And I don't owe nobody sh** and I don't think these n***as tough
One man army, never seen one man haunt me
Then jumped on deck but I don't bet
Change your background, [?] your little raps
Guess what, man we couldn't find one fact
Theories