Lyrics

[Verse 1: King Carter & MIKE] Uh, Malcolm X in my past life (past life), I'm ahead of my time Born in '96 from a Puerto Rican queen (Yup) And an African king, proud of the African in me Through my third eye I see, I got a bird's eye view On my quest to save the Earth, but I gotta save me first That's why I'm soul-searching, nobody's perfect Made mistakes and learned from 'em (Made mistakes and learned from 'em) Demons talk to me in my dreams, voices in my head, I can't think (Nah) They say I couldn't do it, proved them wrong (Prove 'em) Struggled uptown in the Bronx (in the Bronx) But Brooklyn in my heart, that's word to moms (Word to) On the beat, I'm fronting, I drop bombs (Bomb) I'm so high, I'm above the clouds ('bove the clouds) I'm so high, I smoked a spliff with God (Smoked a spliff) 24/7 on my job 24/7 on the grind (On the grind) Boy, you know the mindset is right Slummy Slummy Gang until I die ('til I die) They can never ever kill my vibe You can never ever match my drive My legacy forever will not die (Will not die) May god bless the hustle, that's word to MIKE (Word to) The next generation just might (Just might) The next generation will fight (Will fight) Gotta fight to live, got a lot to give (Got a) [Bridge: Mal Devisa] I see chandeliers, but I don't need them We don't have to joke about the seasons Show me how to do the reason I'll show you my smile I see chandeliers, but I don't lead them Oh, I see chandeliers I see chandeliers, but I don't lead them No [Verse 2: MIKE] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah Mom scared by the life I'm living Time slip when I write these writtens Nightmare and despite, I did it How come in the night, I glisten? Moonlight, when it strike, I'm missing New times getting bright in my prison Left school, I don't like that prison Two nights with the scythe, I'm hitting Sips 'til my eyes start dipping Red and blue lights, start dipping I don't do pigs, bro Do the most for my kinfolk Hope God gon' bless my hustle Regardless of sins though (Facts) My mind moving too fast The wind moving too slow, ay The stars might've flew past Sky getting too low Sky getting too low Sky getting too low [Outro: MIKE & Mal Devisa] Did it again, hitting the pen Missing my friends, ditching the end Spitting this pen, ay, alright I hear trumpets blaring, I can't see them I hear trumpets blaring, I don't see them Who's the girl that give me that reason To see, see the beauty inside of us Did it again, hitting the pen Missing my friends, ditching the end Spitting this pen I see chandeliers, but I don't need them I see disco balls, they're playing that fever Just sing it to me again Sing it to me, sing it to me, sing it to me Sing it to me again Letting you know that MIKE has no bars MIKE has no bars, MIKE