ChrisTheMc - Open Mike Lyrics

I think the game to plain
So the weak ass niggas
Fake ass niggas
Got a chance that I couldn't get
Game ass niggas
Lemme hold a dollar for the bus
Catch em in McDonald's drinking sweet tea ass niggas
Shame ass niggas
Why you favorite rapper tryna copy me
His shorty caught the flow and now I'm sliding down her chimney
Big balls and if we talking bars you can't touch this
You would think I'm Teezy cus I'm always coming clutch bitch
Oh my fault I forgot that I couldn't curse
Catch me out on stony with my blunt on lip, gun in my lap
Mic to my right, your girl in the back
And now I'm at the open mic but I was out at the trap
Writing a rap, making a snap
Catch me out on stony with my blunt on lip, gun in my lap
Mic to my right, your girl in the back
And now I'm at the open mic but I was out at the trap
Writing a rap, making a snap
Life don't change
We still hang like candy canes
On a Christmas tree that Uncle Sam planted as a game
Pin the tail up on a nigger f*ck a donkey count my money sell him off to slavery
And shoot his ass if he run from me
That's your widow I hope she shaking that ass
Throwing it back
Distract with media while I'm counting your stack
Cus we to blind
It's too many rappers dying
Say it with me
For the 60s
Man R.I.P to Nipsey
Catch me out on stony with my blunt on lip, gun in my lap
Mic to my right, your girl in the back
And now I'm at the open mic but I was out at the trap
Writing a rap, making a snap
Catch me out on stony with my blunt on lip, gun in my lap
Mic to my right, your girl in the back
And now I'm at the open mic but I was out at the trap
Writing a rap, making a snap