Mickey Factz - 70 Bars & No Hook lyrics

I keep some linen that's clean, 50 thou in my jeans Keep about ten pretty b**hes on my team I smoke I don't drink lean And my n***as in here Cash Money Young Money yeah this is our year Eatin rappers for dinner, pa** the knife and fork Got 'em nervous like when that hurricane was bout to hit New York It's a master at work, sh** you n***as could learn Could tell we smokin the stick, look how slow that it burn And my lil youngins is ridin, and they down for whatever In the four man drive, f** it! We ridin together Alot of youngins in the game but they know who do it better Diamonds shine bright like a Coogi sweater I'm sayin Why you n***as lyin in your rhymes? You a D-Boy cause you? A couple times Man I ain't buyin that bullsh** You n***as is lame Bunch of clown a** n***as, you n***as is strange Better be watchin the boy, cause I'm on fire 24 years old and I can f**in retire I'm the hottest out, sh** I know I am Plus I got more hits than Summerslam I'm goin stupid Yeah like I lost to school I call my own shots like a n***a playin in pool I try my best to pray, well as much as I can I love my momma, love my daughter, and I love my fans I gotta bad b**h that work in K. O. D She charge n***as for that p**y but I get it for free And to you ol' n***as Slow your role n***a Hang it up like some f**in dry clothes n***a Cause this that young n***a rap, I spit that ignorant sh** One thing I can't stand is an ignorant b**h (Yeah man)You ain't seein Bow Weezy All black everything, but it ain't Young Jeezy Muthaf**a, it's the B. O Represent the C. O Mr. Big Dick, ask your girlfriend, she know Damn this weed so strong, smokin outta this bong Damn I'm so high, boy I forgot the words to this song (I put in work!)