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letra de wack - mi-t (green mike)

[intro – poptart pete]:

his hair? wack
his gear? wack
his jewelry? wack
his footstance? wack
the way that he talks? wack
the way that he doesn’t even like to smile? wack
me? i’m tight as f-ck!

[verse – mi-t]:

you? you lost sight of your goals
all that talent wasted cause you got caught up on these hoes
but me? i put my craft above some p-ssy for sure
if it’s clear that it’s a game, then i ain’t playin’ no more
you? you like to talk, like to gossip and lie
worried ’bout e’erbody else like you got nothin’ to hide
me? i mind my business, keep my distance like some starlight
do my own thing, keep it pushin’ like a bar fight
speakin’ of bars, i’m like a h–rder with ’em
not to call the teapot white, but you don’t got no rhythm
no creativity, no quality, no love, but for me?
“small town success story” fits like a glove
whenever you don’t get what you want, you cause static
do some’n big over some’n small like improper fractions
i bide my time and i wait, meanwhile i make moves
if something doesn’t go my way, why would i blame you?
you lack perspective like a flat-earther
i’m on the forefront, you’re on the back-burner
ask about me, they say “mi-t? he next!”
but they don’t know you, you got no reach like like a t-rex, ugh
see you and i are opposites, purple, green
you got no work ethic, i be grindin’ like nervous t–th
you hesitate, i do what i do with certainty
i got vision and irock, word to dee
i keep 100 like texas summers
my phone provider oughtta be sprint the way i run it
but i’m on at&t ’cause i got more bars in more places
obviously, you’re on cricket
i make waves like hidden move 3 (surf!)
you’re a wave-rider, you got rip hunter’s team
and in case you didn’t know it, i am oliver queen
’cause i never miss when i aim and i’m always rockin’ the green
(mi-t!) remember the name and how to pr-nounce it right
claimin’ that you’re fly, i bet 20 bucks it’s a cancelled flight
after all those threats about sending me to the afterlife
how can they be surprised that i’m glowin’ and they ain’t half as bright?
and you don’t have to like the music
but you can’t deny that i’m doin’ my thing with the work ethic of a thousand mayans
and 2012 was the end of my world as i knew it
i built a better one around me, its core bein’ music
i can’t forget, i used to have no’n
ridiculed and starving, some songs were almost my last one
not ’cause i almost quit, but ’cause i almost passed on
so when i say i do this to the death, there’s an example of it
but i was built to last, and you were built for last month
you couldn’t go hand-to-hand with me if you had thanos’ glove
so when they dust clears, reveals who’s still standin’ up
feel it in your heart when i tell you that you are wack as f-ck

[outro – mi-t & hannibal buress]:

feel it in your heart when i tell you that you are wack as f-ck
(green!)
wack

- mi t green mike

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