[Verse 1: Michael Minelli]
They saluted me like a lieutenant
Always on the ground, I go 'n get it
Always A1 about the business, you about to witness
Ain't no question on who the realest
Either way, I know they gon' feel this
Never cared 'bout a critic, you could never understand this, you live a lie (Live a lie)
[?] back the girl unless you hit it off (Hit it off)
How you doing all the things that you spitting on?
Did you buy a drink and hit the peace sign? (Hey, hey)
Me, I make a movie with her, now she wanna rewind
Got me in the kitty like I'm wrestling a feline
Tell me why you all up on my Johnson like I'm Keisha
Mmm, my flow ain't available for resale
I be with the plug and you still payin' retail
Hit if you want it, either way I'm gon' prevail
They were tryna play me, said that I can never do it
They just mad I learned the game and now I'm speaking it fluent, hey (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
We could get it poppin', might not turn out how you like though
Moonwalkin' all on the beat, guess you should call me Michael
I can see they nervous, I swear this never on purpose
I'm gon' get the pressure on until the day they close the curtains
I'm gone
[Verse 2: Futuristic]
Yo, applying the pressure like y'all wounds, collecting of all tunes
Election how they checking my message, I'm fall news
All smooth like jiffy that's sticky and raw fumes
Details the Gmail, nothing on fall-through
All true, the word in them verses like a contract
Military spitter, I'm in it for all the combat
Watch your mouth, second-hand smoke from the contact
Have you bloodshot like not washing your contacts
Please get the fuck off me (Ayy)
I'm must start blacking like I like my coffee (Ayy)
Soned all these rappers, I got 'em in car seats (Ayy)
I'm at the game by the coach on the floor seats
More heat? Sure, it's nothing I'm Arizona-zone
I was spittin' patience when n***as ain't have a cordless phone
N64 in the sunroom with the open door
Your career is gon' be short like Emeka Okafor
Yeah, damn, hit them where it hurts
Little kiddies actin' pretty, Ima kick 'em in the skirt
I'm diminishing my worth
'Til the finish, I'm in first
I don't finish till she drippin' and she twitchin' from the work
I was in it like I run it; I don't want it you, can have it
It's something for the memories, some shit you can't imagine (Yah)
Knowing that I'm winning 'til they put me in a grave
Independent millionaire, I ain't never been a slave, n***a