RALI - Mic Check lyrics

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RALI - Mic Check lyrics

I wake up in the morning in a different state of mind than these other lame n***as I've been waiting for the time to get in the game bigger While the same n***as hating like a fat girl in mirrors who ain't watching her figure Go figure "Go Getter", "The Realest Show Thriller", "Cold k**er" I've been waiting on my shot, man I'm trigger happy, come get at me How could you figure me out, when yo vision fake? Come see what the real is about The real n***a from Illinois k** the noise into your town I'm the n***a taking shots at the Dillinger house I belong in the vicious of wilds; Where Rhinos don't graze with the pigeons and cows, chickens and fowls Villainous, ignorant sound But elegant enough to make the militant mild? Look at me now striking you out, I been on the mound Pitching the hottest delivery, in less than 30 minutes The coldest, unsigned, with dopest punch lines? RALI, I make these n***as O.D. [Hold Up] I said the coldest, unsigned, with dopest punch lines? That's me! These n***as O.D. when I spike lyrics Flow cold, so I spit sh** frozen How I goes in, shows that I've been chosen Thou shalt not k** beats? Well, I'm not Moses So I dare someone to tell me I'm not focused Hocus pocus, Know the show must go on I'm hanging n***as up Can you feel how tight my rope is? Everybody keeps saying, "Life's A b**h" "I Got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one!" I'm like world-cla** dog trainers; I'm 'bout high paper I'mma get you p**y n***as all vibrators Back from my hiadus Louis Vuitton gators Big house with a bunch of nosey, white neighbors I'm living the life you other n***as dream 'bout I'm living the life you other n***as sing 'bout I'm living the life your girlfriend fiend 'bout... The life that make her wanna pull them D's out Fresh air in your speakers, because I'm the type of n***a, gotta let the breeze out And when you n***as fall, when you n***as fall... I'll just lay the leaves out I'm done being a Saint, but I ain't Drew Brees now If I ain't dreaming 'bout me baby, tell me, what I dream 'bout? Spitting 'til my teeth out Beat it, then she's out I'll be here sh**ting on the game until I bleed out RALI Amen

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