AKA Mickens AKA Mickens AKA John
I'm the king I rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and the haters bitchin' New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, bits, so forfeit I got to this mackin' game, baby in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, sex young chicks and whips
But I got Combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' to eight lips Let me ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the rarest Separate the from 'hoes like chronic seeds lyrical swiftness Practice this, bein' actresses On mattresses your legs up in the air Splash the John Micks, a millionaire
Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla day, anutha dolla
My fortune hundred is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my the mumps I'm the and the costliest Feel the force of this arsonist than a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they sittin' proper The crisp poppa bringin' like soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't flow
I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest Wonderin' why cats on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will Ten mill, ten plaques my wall You stall, mix large, I see Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond Super never mind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get and you can quote this
day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, dolla
I'm the M C that you to be Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all as me moody, I keep it raw, baby So save all the good Scorsese So iced up, call me Mount Everest The many get honey ways draped over my I run game from Fort Green to I keep ya noddin' like dope is in your vein
Hail to the king Cajone Jing a I buy ya loyalty with one Pinkie ring Gotta be above to grow Cabbage I Havoc, do damage have it techniques up to par You, get ya ass looped like Mardi Grass soup too hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie
Anutha day, dolla Anutha day, anutha Anutha day, anutha day, anutha dolla
Man it's bein' the king, baby But gotta do it, haha