Mike Rita

Making money in my sleep, man, this makes no sense How’d I wake up to all this revenue right before I stretched? I ain’t pulling into your function unless it’s about a cheque No rapping talk I’ll be damned if I don’t get my damn respect Who is this? Nobody shitting on all these new MCs Trying to catch a wave But you look like you could catch a weave Stick around You might learn a thing about this industry You gotta build it from the ground up A sapling to a tree Order 3’s off of ho’s menu you know I gotta eat Saladin how I run a company of rogues and thieves Started out in Sutton catch me overseas, yeah In a next studio meditating with bourgeoisie Still in the dirty, I gotta wash my feet I’ma find a stump to flex on and then I’ll park the jeep I don’t see a worthy opponent within a thousand feet Fucking with the eagle I’ma you with the talon feet And I sound discreet Talking to these dummies And I mount the beat Beat it like a pussy leave it sore and weak Don’t come around these parts with that sort of speak I’ma cut you off in a second ‘cause it means more for me Who you know that flowing like this, and also strumming strings She could skim a grand off the top, and it’d be nothing strange Putting all these motorized vehicles in my fucking name All to dodge the tax and they pay me like a buck in change