AKA Mickens AKA John AKA John
I'm the I floss rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters From New York to Richmond, my is sickenin' Ice drips, frost bits, so I got to this mackin' game, baby Layin' in the barber shop, haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and
But I got Combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, Mr.Smith, the rarest Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop actresses On mattresses your legs up in the air Splash the John Micks, a millionaire
Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha
My five hundred is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my the mumps I'm the and the costliest Feel the force of this lyrical Hotter than a yacht Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with thong sittin' proper The crisp poppa drama like soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't proper
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest Wonderin' why cats front on the williest Chill, relax, you cats fall Ten mill, ten plaques upon my You stall, mix large, I see Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond Super calla mind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha
I'm the M C you strive to be Competition is dead, 'coz none of all live as me Handsome moody, I it raw, baby So save all the fella Scorsese So iced up, they me Mount Everest The get honey ways draped over my headrest I run from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' dope is in your vein
Hail to the king Cajone a ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie Gotta be above to grow Cabbage I wreack Havoc, do Don't it techniques up to par You, get ya black ass looped Mardi Grass soup too hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley she actin' Bourgeoisie
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla
Man it's bein' the king, baby But someone's do it, haha