Open Mic Stand (feat. Yelu)

Lazy, low work ethic Always working on that damn music Well guess what, player That music doesn't pay you, I do And I know you don't like when I tell you to get off your fucking ass And do your fucking job But you don't have to work here either So get to it Ayy Bitch let me talk like this an open mic stand Puffin' Yao Ming runts, put the smoke in my hand Put up hall of fame numbers for my whole lifespan Whole whip change colors, call it Sosa like Sam Orange soda great job, this a breeze like fan Whip too big, this a U-haul van I don't have a single hater Lil bitch, you a stan I been handing out smoke, every verse a free sample Redd Foxx, nigga you my son like Sanford Shit too krunk, f*ck around and broke the handle Put you in the upper room, the situation handled Since you hard, go put that pistol up and show me what them hands do Laughing all the time bitch, but I don't really play I'm not even gangster, but y'all test it everyday Fuckin' on ya broad, fuckin' with my feng shui I got the sauce that y'all got lost in Niggas went the wrong way Yeah P.S. motherfuck What the f*ck did we just talk about I told you to put down the pen and pad, and pick up a mop This fucking floor is filthy How do you expect us to run a fucking business here If you can't keep the God damn dust off the linoleum You think you're gonna' be able to pay for your studio time If you're not getting checks from me, buddy Oh well we'll see about that Get the fucking broom