Mike

Pipe that shit up, TnT
Dmac on the fuckin' track

Huh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, look, uh
I wake up shakin', sweatin' out of my sleep, dreamin' 'bout them hats
Praying 'bout my love life, they say, "Karma coming back"
But that love I get stupid, I catch Cupid, get him whacked (grrah)
And make sure he's dead for real this time

Everything that I go through, I just keep it all to myself (yeah)
Niggas say they wanted smoke 'til we gave they ass the belt (yeah)
Uh, pretty red bitch a real slime, she went to a nigga when she left
I ain't bragging 'bout it, I ain't trippin', I was in that situation myself, uh

Hundred thousand dollar dog tag around my neck
It say, "Young Micheal in between"
Bitch keep asking what it mean
In arenas, bitch, I'm Jordan
To my fans, bitch, I'm Jackson (yeah)
In the streets, bitch, I'm Corleone
I ask them boys, "What's happening?"

You know my face card super clean, never burn no bridges (yeah)
Youngin ran up them millions, brought it right back to the trenches (yeah)
Ask about us in the world, they say we sell the most tickets
Ask about us in the city, bet they say we stood on business (grrah)

Yeah, you'll probably never see me
But you can call me if you need me
Being who I am, ain't that easy
Even though I make it look so easy
Okay, and all of that pain'll drive you insane
Through all of the pain, I stay true to this game
True, I dot my I's, I cross my T's
I stack my pape', stay out of the way
Make sure lawyers get paid

Yeah, we're fighting murders and all
We're jumping hurdles and all
Go and ask about 'em, they'll tell you nigga
You're super involved, you're super involved
Yeah, you're super involved
I'm talking 'bout, you see what I'm saying?
See, see to the, to the arenas' thing, I might be
I might be Micheal Jordan or somethin', you heard me?

And to-, and to my fans, I might be Micheal Jackson or something, you know?
Yeah, and round the way, I might be
I might be Michael Corleone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Super involved