Mighty Healthy Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] You know who the fuck it is 2018 Two thousand make cream At Your Request [Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah] Masked up on my last case Figured no face, no karma Throwin' salt at me Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana Rider but bet the dough get some kind of rotation out her Stand for nothin' fall for anything, pride don't replace the dollar Adversaries gettin' bent out of shape, and I'm a tip-top Want this shit, got to fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop Mary Jane'll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc I done seen your true colors, for green niggas'll flip-flop Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic after Sure you seasoned, I spit in your face like a battle rapper Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper Prayed on the God glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle Never really liked y'all there's hate you notes on my next fee Baguette sleeve Unloyal, my begging's my pet peeve Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis The dopest supplier, you trippin' let the connect leave Audacity dissin' veterans puttin' up tanking numbers Ain't no deuce deuce in your boot with them fuckin' ankle huggers When we hug these mics we get busy I'm thinkin' "Who is he?" A stupid motherfucker Truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers Settin' the soundtrack for the realer kind and greatest hustlers Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded Smoke for the watchers, Gorilla Glue with the wax around it Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back 'em down with Double bottoms for ass kickins', the black and brown shits Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet Your fan base ain't gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin' Fire trail from me flyin' You takin' off? Brave pilot You makin' moves? Stay silent You cross the crew? Grazed eyelid Don't box me in to your categories, I'm alien On records I hear nothin' but fear in 'em Break a chair in 'em I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again Y'all breedin' bitches, my blade'll get a cesarean I gave it everything I had, another high speed choice Thinkin' "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice All we do is make it stack, the homicide green boys Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist I haymaker shit, disciplinary jab though Limit edition lab coat, Louis Supreme collabo' [Outro] For every blow, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy You'll soon learn