Mike Joey - Shot Caller lyrics

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Mike Joey - Shot Caller lyrics

This is radio takeover Nah the takeover I'mma take over Ready, set, game over Wait's over lames in my lane need to move over Or I'm running dudes over Man, you barking up the wrong tree, motherf**ers I ain't talking doberman Opportunist, how I do this, every door is opening Everybody quoting him Keep ya' cameras focused Cause if not I'll snatch your girl and homie didn't even notice This is hip-hop core to the stitches on my fitted Man so what I rock flip flops I k** it with the writtens Little b**hes need to listen cause I'm spitting something clever every time I grab the mic, I'm daring you to do it better Man, in fact, I'll body the track Walk into the booth, and spit truths while you lie in the back Tour the jungle, wild lions and bats Leave you lying with rats Then walk out of there not even scratched Why you lying in your raps song? Rap on, rap off, wack talk Really in reality you slack off Spit a couple bars and you back off b**h, I'm high as mars off this bath salt Back talk? Nah I'm just answering your questions When you having fun your really living, every day's a blessing Shout out to the Slaughterhouse Where I'm really learning lessons Find me in ya' daughter's house Everyday she cooking breakfast Look forget this ever happened I'm relentless with the rapping Ya' girlfriend need baller She expensive with the fashion So defensive but she matching She mentioned that's her pa**ion Is for k**ers on a microphone I'm Michael Myers gasping For a breath, behind this mask, man Masked man rhyming all I'mma mix this purple sh** with jolly ranchers, Tylenol Time ta ball, real sh**, shawty got potential Yeah, I drew her silhouette without a motherf**ing stencil Rolling blunts, long as pencils Brand new number 2's Only views I used to get were just my fam and my dudes Now I'm bout to touch a milli Never thought it could be At the same time I'm trying get this f**ing degree It's really nothing to me, it's merely something to see So the real world can tell me that I'm something "to be" But really my real worlds with a mic and a beat With some weed rolled, the studio, stuck to my seat And girl you rocking with a baller, shot caller, yeah all of that Meet the girl you dreaming of I'll probably never call her back Spit till I'm an artifact, slip into a cardiac Or if I get arrested, all the time I have invested You ain't nearly at my level Top floor at the revel I'm hot, pour out the kettle Take shots, bump heavy metal Cause I'm on... Said b**h I'm on So sing the song and we gone [Hook] Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor Met her back stage at a summer jam concert Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller Wanna be with a baller shot caller Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller Wanna be with a baller shot caller Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller