Mike - AFC lyrics

[Intro: King Carter] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: King Carter] Smoke 'til my brains fry These demons tryna take a n***a life, tryna play god Crack flow, I'm talking 8-ball On my Ps and Qs, see my enemies on the radar Proud black like my n***a Akon Mike Tyson flow, take your face off I was OT, I was gone for a minute I go hard for a living, I go long, I go the distance Play my role, running back my position Hit the ho like L'avion, I got ‘em missing Haven't seen mama, yeah, I miss her The love unconditional, she brought me in the desert Blessed me with a brother and two sisters Yeah, yeah, gotta leave my mom before I leave Earth k**ed the old me, then I rebirth Find the true knowledge through research Third eye open, smoking reefer Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: MIKE] Walk with my feet in the mud It's difficult to talk while all I see is disgust Miserable, this heavy when I'm bringing it up Playing closet, wasn't dealing with love Made scars, I been dealing with cuts I heard they shoot ‘em like stars or they land in the clubs I maneuver, en garde, and the planet is sus n***as been planning, what's up? Too many messages, abandoned for months I tried managing, but honestly, my managing s**s This depression been damaging trust I be worried ‘bout my feats before I scavenge for bucks Uh, who handing up, you n***as manic and stuck, uh [Outro] One, two, three