Mike’s Dead
Brown Rice
(Sugar Hollows)
(You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound like)
(Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice)
(Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight)
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the fuck that I sound like
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the fuck that I sound like
They sayin' that the man's iconic
Mike's Dead Myers like the Kid Psychotic
Yo
I'ma take the keys to your soul
Woah
Lookin' for that shit, I got it
Urban menace, if I said it I meant it
I need a pussy for the night, did I buy it or rent it
I said I've lost too much, like a trip to the dentist
So I ain't talkin' Darth Maul but I need an apprentice
I said woah
Pick up your phone when I call it
Takin' my chips I go all in
Feel like LeBron when I'm ballin
I can't get my nut so like Joseph i'm stallin
There is no precedent
Hollywood levellin'
Poppin' these pills and I treat 'em like medicine
Never been hesitant
This is my testament
Dreamin' this shit till I'm runnin' for president
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the fuck that I sound like
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the fuck that I sound like