MICE

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EA Sports - Rap, Freestyle

MICE

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[Intro] It's Tekky! Put me off WhyJay (Yeah, yeah) (1, 2, 3) [Verse] Got a couple statements to make and some paper to chase I've been graftin' all year, still ain't takin' a break Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case Trust me, can't nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (Woh!) Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate Hella promises were made, but man were blatantly fake Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game Now the radio plays are just makin' me cake (Ah-ah!) Lookin' steezy, got your girlfriend in her feelings Then I'm linkin' Simon, talkin' millions in meetings 19-years-old, four bills when we go eatin' And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring (Skrrt) Lookin' at the charts, come like lookin' in the mirror Murdered every feature — when you greet me, call me killer (Ooh) Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I'm a sinner But I know you got my back, so I give thanks before my dinner Hottest younger in the UK, give a fuck what you say They was poppin' back then, cuzzy, it's a new day Rappin' 'bout a MAC-10 — you're 30, it's too late Runnin' up your gums, you ain't worthy, it's too fake Choppin' rhythms up with WhYJay, gotta whip a new tape Blockin' women out my life — I ain't got time for you, babe Box of liquor on my rider, tryna find a new wave Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape (Haha) Takin' the piss, ain't popped a pill but I'm takin' a trip Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch Basically, I'm goin' crazy with this You ain't tamin' me, please stay away from the kid Hit the belly, now I can't stay away from the fridge Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me, I'm made for this shit One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next? Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexed Doin' what I do, I'm makin' moves, I got my crew set Headlockin' the game, gonna finish it with a suplex I've been killin' it, seriously, where the fuck have you been? Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven Let me in and now they sit because your boy's a nuisance Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement Mum and dad are happy shit been takin' off And they ain't got to worry 'bout a mortgage 'cause I paid it off Had to take my shot because I really couldn't take my job Now I'm makin' guap, it's kinda hard to find a way to not (Haha) With my baby cakes, I'm bakin' off You know she loves the baby face, it's based, she call me babe a lot I take her on a date, potential base, she really made the spot Sexy with the makeup, but sexier when she take it off S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire, this shit be flamin' hot Sick of celebratin', all I heard this year was "Take a shot" All I get is W's, this winnin' got me faded off Speak my mind every time I see the mic Say it how it is, I just be me, fam, I don't need to lie Easy with it, G, I bring the P's to keep my peace of mind Do it for the cake and I won't sleep until I eat a slice But don't fuck about, I swear I'll pull the shutters down You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked if I put somethin' out Put the beat to bed, go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out Zoobie to the head, this kush and cookie got me buggin' out Why the man pretendin' like they're fuckin' with the kid? Indirectly sendin' got you lookin' like a bitch I got love for everyone, but trustin' them's a myth Live your life upon t' edge, they'll try and push you off the- Hahahaha

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Credits

Writers
  • LiTek
  • WhYJay
  • Aitch