Jak Tripper - How To Handle A Mic lyrics

What's up my n***as, yeah we on it Big clouds of smoke of that chronic Sounds bang bionic Murder the ba** line but I love it How ironic, the world changed on me Baggy jeans became tight and saggy Maggie popping that molly, nah son I smoke blunts Pop shrooms, put that girl on the table, celebrate with the crew This that trill sh**, not that type of beat where the high hat k**s it There's a difference, New York I live it Any thing else is what I call considered different Plex handle was BI, let me flight high in the sky Like an eagle, eyes on the prize so f** your ego I mean these little kids grabbing the mic I don't even know what they saying I just don't listen so f** it I'm not here to battle rap these n***as So f** them, but I'm not here starving either Ether is what they claim to spit, so then spit Cuz your cars and j**els don't mean sh** Peep the game out, get signed to a label then take three years to push an album out That sh** don't work for me Like how Mr. C is getting head from a tranny Man what's going on these days Is it worth it to bring the mic towards your face Yeah son we keep it moving Facebook it, hashtag that sh** You still doing it b**h