MIKE PHELPS FREESTYLE

Money falling like the leaves get raked up I just blew a band a lil rack like a cups my girl a ten at 10am no make up if this a dream don't wake up yuh a trouble maker in classrooms Buttermaker im bad news I like girls who die they hair in bad moods and try to solve they problems with tattoos - I fell in love with this writing and I got excellent at it I sent her bread for the ticket a lil extra for baggage i got skeletons hidden i wouldn't check in the attic i never quit what u exepected to happen? - we just creatures of habit deep in my bag weed gettin passed, i burn the gas til in seep in the fabric a couple things that we need to establish - there is no us i'm doin donuts I got girls runnin to cali like the fuckin gold rush hold up Verse 2: u cool as who u coolin w i been w my brothers blowin bands like a groupie chick non of this fictitious I don't even use a pseudonym i slid up out the district still city that i'm rooted in - seeds gettin watered why i'm meetin her father ? he said where u been? I told him deep in his daughter this liquor talkin Ima need me a water - lemme recalibrate, nowadays a quarter ounce sour haze only last an hour, man down like a power play ima need mansion w my family like house away i'm leaving w something im from round the way - gold on my neck i feel like Mike Phelps no one to talk to but this mic helps i turn the heat up in this bish makin ice mell yellin f*ck friends on my sienfield, only time tells