mikey (feat. 93FEETOFSMOKE) - Familypet

Gaspare, what the hell you doin'? I just had to do it on my own shit, uh I just had to do her on some cold shit, uh I just got these bitches in my cold grip, uh Know you see me lookin' like a ghost, bitch, uh Ayy, like a ghost, bitch, uh I just seen 'em lookin' when I rode in (uh) Ayy, on some hoe shit, uh I just hit it once and then that hoe dipped (dipped) Young Jack in the back, hoe (in the back) I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat (bitch) And she fuckin' with my tats, though I don't know her name but I just know I'm finna clap, though, ayy Look, don't know her, uh I'm just finna glow, October, uh Ayy, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October Look, and I been gettin' bands, no Green Day I been fuckin' geeked off a bean for a week straight, uh Ga$p, 93, hit a team play Catch me in a graveyard, posted where the fiends stay, look Ayy, and I'm up in her guts, no Berserk, uh (ayy, yuh) Got these bitches jumpin' out they T-shirt, uh (jumping out they t-shirt) And I just got a chain for my bro And I'm finna get my own, but my brothers gotta eat first, ugh Look, and I don't text hoes I'm just in their mouth like strep throat And I don't even really wanna feel it Shinigami told me, "Kill 'em," I said, "Let me grab my death note", uh Ayy, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October, uh Look, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October October (bitch), it's a nightmare Feelin' like Jack, I'm a king, you're a poser (you're a poser) Fuck out the way, if you see me, move over If you can't hear me, lil' bitch, move closer (damn) Yuh, and you can't see me, I'm a ghost Got this smoke in my throat Can't feel my face, I'm 'bout to choke ('bout to choke) I been on the road, fuck the pressure, I won't fold I been chillin' with Gasper on Winterhill, and it's cold (bitch) I don't listen for shit, I don't ever do what I'm told That's why these labels are tight 'cause I just can't be controlled (bitch) I got chains on my body, lookin' partly decomposed Bloody ice on my wrist, like Sub-Zero, I'm froze, bitch (I'm froze, bitch)

Hey, shoutout Migo Plug (Hey shoutout Migo Plug) I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris Too many [?] (too many) Too many [?] tryna see me dead Take all my profit (can't take it) I ain't gonna bet, make 'em take my [?] Don't put me in a coffin (no, no) And when I'm in a coffin, I'll [?] I ain't talkin' 'bout no business I'm talkin' 'bout all of my homies Where in the fuck was you at? Tell me, hoe, where was you at When they rolled up with the strap? Now, tell me what's so wrong with that? Keep [?] until my pockets get fat I ain't listen cause they got no reason just to cuff it like that I'm blasting [?] [?] for the beat on the track I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I got blunts [?], don't need to make it back Dick inside a forty, make 'em hit a trap Shawty hit my line, she think your stroke is whack Pa-pa-party, oxys down I feel it, can't you take me out? Just suckin', fuckin', just for clout Since sippin' that, there ain't no drought I just bought some new Rick Owens I just skrrted out of that Stackin' that money on money Sippin' that syrup on syrup Thirty on forty on top I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris

Hablan mucho, no hagas caso Corte, tajo, golpetazo Mucho lujo sin trabajo Coche, fajo', chuche', fajo' Es metálico, que da pánico Yo escribo petardos y tú comes Calippo Niño pálido, pilla el camino y Vete rápido hijo'puta, porque aquí no Estamos pa' tu mierda ni pa' tu llorera Fuego dentro 'el pecho, parece una hoguera Esos bobos tiran porque quieren mi sitio Se olvidan que estoy aquí desde el principio Si chillas te va' a comer mi' zapatilla' Yo con el dinero juego al pilla-pilla Tengo un atajo y cuando quiero lo pillo Le agarro el brazo y lo meto en mi bolsillo, eh Floto como un barco Me lo paso como un niño con un charco Jugando con sus juguetes en su cuarto Y el que se ponga por medio se lo par Hablan mucho, no hagas caso Corte, tajo, golpetazo Mucho lujo sin trabajo Coche, fajo', chuche', fajo' Es metálico, que da pánico Yo escribo petardos y tú comes Calippo Niño pálido, pilla el camino y Vete rápido hijo'puta, porque aquí no Cuida lo que dices, puedo hacerte un desmadre Si hasta mi jefa sabe que no tengo madre Tengo perras, pero ni una que me ladre Tengo varias perras y una es tu compadre Eeey, así de huevos, ñero Exportando rimas hacía al extranjero No exagero, lo puedes verificar Te faltan muchos huevos pa' poderme derrocar Pa' poderme derrocar Tienes que intentar Una y otra vez Una y otra vez Dime ¿cómo ves? Pa' poderme derrocar Tienes que intentar Una y otra vez Una y otra vez Dime, ¿cómo ves?

See I don't give no fuck bout what you on or what you claim They sayin' Mikey switch up I don't ever wanna change And if they say I'm different well my bitch still look the same Ay I'm just getting smarter and my momma got a Range The caddy paint be drippin simmy say it's alright My migo in the kitchen flipping work like all night We pull out the Wesson now we bustin on sight Came out with the choppa boy we talkin' big bikes These niggas say I'm switching fuck what they say Got me feeling like I'm Tom Hanks in Castaway You can see the ice that's on my wrist from miles away And if you got a problem let the guns spray Fuck what they talkin bout I'm rolling on this lonely road You see the dabs upon the range I bought them from the store I spent the check to send my momma down to Monico They playing Young Ramirez on the late night radio And you know gang is always down to roll I'm rollin with the nine i'm Naruto I can't never switch up no I won't Cause being me's the only thing I know Mikey The Magician] See I don't give no fuck bout what you on or what you claim They sayin' Mikey switch up I don't ever wanna change And if they say I'm different well my bitch still look the same Ay I'm just getting smarter and my momma got a Range The caddy paint be drippin simmy say it's alright My migo in the kitchen flipping work like all night We pull out the Wesson now we bustin on sight Came out with the choppa boy we talkin' big bikes

Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Tell 'em hit the lights now, robbin', hit the heist, now Lean is not an option, what options, don't keep my eyes closed Call my enemies to the peace so they can die slow I might go demonic, I'm gone, so keep a knife close [?] just illusion for mortals, so keep the eye close [?] through my eye scope I know that I was born ready to die Only thing promised in this world, death and demise Still from the land of the killin' for pride Packin' the pistol, the shank by your side Swing from the hip but I aim for your neck 'Cause it's kill or be killed in the laws of the west Pull out the pill like I'm finna regret Plus I been puttin' on for my clique and my set Torturin' souls in the pit of my basement They're swimmin' in blood and the feelin's amazing Yeah them demons callin ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Bet you turn to a bitch when you meet your demise Mike The Magician got demons inside The murderous temptations stuck in my mind Get creeped by my thugs and got nowhere to hide Barry Allen forces in my porsche Fuck me with me, I aim at your fedora Never mobbin', shootin' like Aurora Lots of chakra. careful with the aura Mel Gibson, crucifixion, MTM gon' look suspicious Peter Parker, spider senses, tinglin' when I crank that Wesson Mystic Mac that young Steve Jobs Creepin', creepin', through your block Make em shake, Michael Fox Itchin', itchin', break the law Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape Yeah them demons calling ain't no stalling [?] Bury her there's no escape so Bury her there's no escape

Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar Reconozco que apenas me conozco Soy el loco que en las noches fuma un poco Desconozco esta vida me siento roto En este cerebro todo es un alboroto Mi mente juega conmigo no me deja ver Mis sentidos no funcionarán esta vez El frío es glacial mis huesos temblarán Mi voz se quebrará, mis versos hablarán Todo está pasando demasiado rápido La ansiedad me consume, todo es árido Cálido es éste desierto donde me condenan Mágico es como el dolor se vuelve arena Sigo soñando y lo hago despierto No consigo dormir, en mí lo resiento Mi cuerpo es un viejo monumento Que pronto se derrumbará por dentro Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar He crecido con comida y un buen techo Pero vacío, con un hueco en el pecho Todo es un lío, me siento como un desecho Todo se vuelve sombrío, todo se vuele estrecho Estoy encerrado y no puedo escapar Luz al final del túnel no puedo mirar La obscuridad me está poseyendo Con facilidad me está consumiendo Viviendo rápido el tiempo pasa lento Salgo a la calle con la cara hacía el pavimento Caminando como si estuviera muerto Sigo vagando, mi camino es incierto No estoy entendiendo lo que va a pasar Demonios en mi mente, me quieren a controlar Ellos no tienen voz, por ellos voy a hablar Quieren callarme pero no lo lograrán Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar Vencido, no puedo respirar Vencido, no puedo escapar

I feel, I mean I have a sense of their being A particular sort of, how do we say A center of something Some sort of senstive core inside the skin And that corresponds to the word I Let's take a look at this I like girls, girls, girls, all day all night If she got arms and legs Then bingo she's my type, aw yeah Mikey likes it Uppers and downers at the same damn time The mushroom caps with the cocaine lines, aw yeah Mikey likes it Curry chicken, easy cheese, chili peppers, soul to squeeze, yeah Mikey likes it Lava lamps, rainy days, Halle Berry, Purple Haze yeah Mikey likes it I like taking long hot showers in the darkness Scrubbing myself with Dove soap Mikey likes it I like hopping in an Uber Pretending I'm a crack head for the full ride Scratching my neck, itching, sneezing Mikey likes it UFO's, lucid dreams, dirty Chuck's, denim jeans yeah Mikey likes it Yogananda, Stevie Nicks, Davey Waynes, naked pics yeah Mikey likes it I like the smell of gasoline The taste of syrup on a peach The feel of getting my hair cut The look of Venice on LSD I like it Who like it, who like it? I like it It is a hallucination That is to say a false sense of personal identity