Mickey Factz - Triumphant (40 Bar Challenge) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's Mickey! What I do, and what you do Is two totally different things I can do what you do You can't do what I can do You know? Black apple Ima show you real quick though [Verse 1] Yeah, wherever you think he at I'm at a level higher I been through so many bars I need a breathalyzer For instance, he a snitch wearing metal wires I be screamin “Don't Tell Em” like Jeremih Never liable, Factz is undeniable Career downhill, no brakes on your bicycle No records sold, mean nobody reciting you f** a bootleg, Johnny Deep wouldn't pirate you You love bars 'til the lyrics leave heart broken Your son's see a dead man with his arms folded You shooting bricks [?] shoudler and we all know it Which cat believes in magic, you got the wrong potion No more gripes, your boy nice, foresight Strong like Incredible Hulk fights, all night You want a klondike, his broad might, all hype Took her to McDonalds cuz the b**h had her arch right You want a war right, let's punch You only fought twice He lost sight from a jaw strike, shark bite Now you see what'll happen if we cross, right He'll die in a bar fight, cuz his coors lights My soul is disrespected I hear I'm royalty, the Prince I'm the best with the flair My pops is the king so I'm next for the chair You're WI-FI, you just wanna connect with the air Fly everyday, Y-3's my fashion You're a fly in my way High speed I pa** em I'm trying to ball like the hoosiers Lean in back spin, he called a foul But it's in my gene to hack men You see what happened on the Triumph beat You need another Method Man, call Iron Sheik I'll send em to U-God, gravesite kinda deep The cops digging like Rza when he tryin' to find a beat No bones just a Ghostface in the sky for weeks They gotta Inspectah Deck just to find your teeth Torture them, with an apron on Chef frying beef Stab them with a liquid sword, my Poseidon piece I punch better, scheme better, rhyme better My name Factz, all you do is lie better This girl sending me flicks whenever I text her Man, I had her on glide more than Clyde Drexel