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Mic Dawson - Off wit his head Lyrics



Mic Dawson - Off wit his head Lyrics




Failure has made me who I am today
Failure gives you two choices
You stay down or you get up
Well, I'm up and I am fired up because I have figured it out

I ain't just rappin' about trappin' and how I was hittin' sales
But if that's your thing, nigga, I wish you well
That M.L. got that leather-and-backwood type of smell
As I ride and navigate through all this hell

I got the devil in my rearview and God right in front of me
There'll never be another, it's only one of me
But you don't know me, you ain't never sat down and smoked a blunt with me
You be listenin' to them other niggas judge me

The way they left out of the story was, all of this was cuz of me
I was born a bastard, I'm a dyin' king
Red casket, diamond rings, I'm a legend
I need a gold thing like the Lion King

Up that iron, put that steam on him, he gon' die and bleed
Always been the truth in the booth, ain't no lies to me
Dying threes, two twin forties, call them Siamese
You ain't on my level, lil' nigga, this a higher league

Ridin' in the foreign while I'm blowin' on designer weed
She drop the addy on her baby's daddy, gotta find her speed
You and me ain't got no business talkin' cuz your talk is cheap
That's why I make that face and I be lookin' like, don't talk to me

Where the f*ck was you when I was sleepin' in my coupe OE
Know you cannot suck my dick, f*ck is that gon' do for me, bitch
I don't need head, I need bread
I go crazy out the blue, sometimes I see red

But as long as I don't see the graveside, I see the feds
I be thuggin' like, f*ck it, all kings end up dead
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm comin' right back in, I'm right back at it

Dewey got that gun on him, you know that's automatic
I came up with my bloodline on for lettin' niggas have it
So you ain't gotta ask if I be ridin' with that ratchet
If it ain't on my waist, it's in the pocket of my jacket

You know I stay on go and this ain't no inspector gadget
You know I ain't no ho, I'm broke, I let y'all niggas have it
Quit doin' all that prippin' with that strap, you not gon' blast it
Them niggas want your nigga down, y'all playin' around, I'm laughin'

And I ain't never say this, but I'm God, y'all niggas cappin'
You worried about your caption, you ain't really buy no action
We sit up here and watch them niggas die, ain't nothin' happen
And I ain't never heard no story behind you, got it brackin'

I'm ridin' in the Benz with he and Cease, I'm just relaxin'
And if I catch a case, then I'ma beat it, Michael Jackson
You know it's hard life until they beat me in my casket
Off with his head, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Off with his head, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's hard life
Yeah, ayy
It's hard life
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English

Failure has made me who I am today
Failure gives you two choices
You stay down or you get up
Well, I'm up and I am fired up because I have figured it out

I ain't just rappin' about trappin' and how I was hittin' sales
But if that's your thing, nigga, I wish you well
That M.L. got that leather-and-backwood type of smell
As I ride and navigate through all this hell

I got the devil in my rearview and God right in front of me
There'll never be another, it's only one of me
But you don't know me, you ain't never sat down and smoked a blunt with me
You be listenin' to them other niggas judge me

The way they left out of the story was, all of this was cuz of me
I was born a bastard, I'm a dyin' king
Red casket, diamond rings, I'm a legend
I need a gold thing like the Lion King

Up that iron, put that steam on him, he gon' die and bleed
Always been the truth in the booth, ain't no lies to me
Dying threes, two twin forties, call them Siamese
You ain't on my level, lil' nigga, this a higher league

Ridin' in the foreign while I'm blowin' on designer weed
She drop the addy on her baby's daddy, gotta find her speed
You and me ain't got no business talkin' cuz your talk is cheap
That's why I make that face and I be lookin' like, don't talk to me

Where the f*ck was you when I was sleepin' in my coupe OE
Know you cannot suck my dick, f*ck is that gon' do for me, bitch
I don't need head, I need bread
I go crazy out the blue, sometimes I see red

But as long as I don't see the graveside, I see the feds
I be thuggin' like, f*ck it, all kings end up dead
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm comin' right back in, I'm right back at it

Dewey got that gun on him, you know that's automatic
I came up with my bloodline on for lettin' niggas have it
So you ain't gotta ask if I be ridin' with that ratchet
If it ain't on my waist, it's in the pocket of my jacket

You know I stay on go and this ain't no inspector gadget
You know I ain't no ho, I'm broke, I let y'all niggas have it
Quit doin' all that prippin' with that strap, you not gon' blast it
Them niggas want your nigga down, y'all playin' around, I'm laughin'

And I ain't never say this, but I'm God, y'all niggas cappin'
You worried about your caption, you ain't really buy no action
We sit up here and watch them niggas die, ain't nothin' happen
And I ain't never heard no story behind you, got it brackin'

I'm ridin' in the Benz with he and Cease, I'm just relaxin'
And if I catch a case, then I'ma beat it, Michael Jackson
You know it's hard life until they beat me in my casket
Off with his head, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Off with his head, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's hard life
Yeah, ayy
It's hard life
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Writer: Mike June
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Performed By: Mic Dawson
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Mike June
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