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Mic Dawson - MICHAEL B THY NAME Lyrics



Mic Dawson - MICHAEL B THY NAME Lyrics




Ay, what's up with it
I caught myself tryna change, it's like I'm stuck with it
It's hella hard to transition when you grew up with it
Ay man, it is what it is, nigga, f*ck niggas

I pray to God I don't get murdered by a f*ck nigga
The archangel tellin' me they can't f*ck with you
Dear heavenly father, Michael be thy name
Will you forgive me if I put a bullet in his f*ckin' brain

Ay, f*ck tears, middle finger to my f*ckin' pain
I need the money, runs through my motherf*ckin' veins
I been the same, I ain't never motherf*ckin' changed
Bad decisions in the streets, the motherf*ckin' blame

You get caught, you can't complain, this shit come with the game
Just keep your eyes on these lanes, you better keep your thing
It was me that gave this motherf*ckin' hood fame
I'm in the pens with the motherf*ckin' wood grain

Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, be real with em
All the shit that nigga been through is still in em
Some don't understand, some niggas they still get em
But again, I ain't for everybody, nigga, let's switch rhythms

I watch niggas close, so you don't know me, you ain't my homie
I roll in smokin' woods in the Benz while bitches blow me
And I don't f*ck with niggas, I ain't worried about a Cody
And don't beat my ears about being real, you gotta show me

I'm in the devil's grip, but I'm hopin' the Lord hold me
And I ain't even worry about shit unless you owe me
We all got 24, I'm tryna ball like a Kobe
I don't know what you be doin' with yours, but you don't know me

It's 2024, what more could you ask for
Cause 20 years ago, I said that on the last four
I was down for a minute, had to turn up a tad more
I used to finesse niggas and run out the back door

I ran off on the plug with the drugs and then I sold em
I did some niggas dirty I love and I still owe em
I pray to Saint Michael for the strength to keep me goin
But obviously God got me because it's showing

And love's about the only thing we have, man
You better take care of it
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Ay, what's up with it
I caught myself tryna change, it's like I'm stuck with it
It's hella hard to transition when you grew up with it
Ay man, it is what it is, nigga, f*ck niggas

I pray to God I don't get murdered by a f*ck nigga
The archangel tellin' me they can't f*ck with you
Dear heavenly father, Michael be thy name
Will you forgive me if I put a bullet in his f*ckin' brain

Ay, f*ck tears, middle finger to my f*ckin' pain
I need the money, runs through my motherf*ckin' veins
I been the same, I ain't never motherf*ckin' changed
Bad decisions in the streets, the motherf*ckin' blame

You get caught, you can't complain, this shit come with the game
Just keep your eyes on these lanes, you better keep your thing
It was me that gave this motherf*ckin' hood fame
I'm in the pens with the motherf*ckin' wood grain

Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, be real with em
All the shit that nigga been through is still in em
Some don't understand, some niggas they still get em
But again, I ain't for everybody, nigga, let's switch rhythms

I watch niggas close, so you don't know me, you ain't my homie
I roll in smokin' woods in the Benz while bitches blow me
And I don't f*ck with niggas, I ain't worried about a Cody
And don't beat my ears about being real, you gotta show me

I'm in the devil's grip, but I'm hopin' the Lord hold me
And I ain't even worry about shit unless you owe me
We all got 24, I'm tryna ball like a Kobe
I don't know what you be doin' with yours, but you don't know me

It's 2024, what more could you ask for
Cause 20 years ago, I said that on the last four
I was down for a minute, had to turn up a tad more
I used to finesse niggas and run out the back door

I ran off on the plug with the drugs and then I sold em
I did some niggas dirty I love and I still owe em
I pray to Saint Michael for the strength to keep me goin
But obviously God got me because it's showing

And love's about the only thing we have, man
You better take care of it
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Writer: Mike June
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Performed By: Mic Dawson
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Mike June
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