How Many Mics

Lyrics

[Verse] I be in the streets, think I care about a retweet? Nah, G, I'm tryna stay above six feet On the backstreet, I be chilling where the G's be But your main squeeze talking bout she wanna squeeze me Believe me, yeah, they love me in the streets Right from Church Road to Cricklewood, all the way to East Up in Birmingham and Nottingham they're calling me a beast My niggas born again, they said I'm moving like a priest Gheeze Check the sneakers on my feet Check the way that every word I say is sitting on the beat Check the way that I came out of jail and made the game complete I'm the one that bought the summertime before the heat Little geeks, they can never chat to me Look how dope my tape was, and I gave it out for free You sold your CD, yeah, you made a couple G's Anytime my niggas breathe, everybody has to freeze You ain't seen my nigga Nines then you're blind Niggas say they wanna join the team, tell 'em climb Catch me chilling in the club, in the back like a spine Dark-skinned ting called Divine, she was fine Giving me a whine (Oh my) Oh my But she was spilling all her wine I was like "boy you ain't getting none of mine" cah this is champagne There's levels to this shit, me and you are not the same I'm only playing, yo, but fuck all that I be out here tryna get some money where my duffle at Anywhere I wanna be, the spot a nigga hustle at Niggas see me with my dargs and they wonder where the muzzle at Splash, tell your baby mother guzzle that Mama used to ask me why am I always where the trouble at I said "I've got a bit of dough, I'm tryna double that" And triple that, and double that (Boom!), then double that