Verse 1:
All I need is one mic so I write every night tryna take flight maybe get high as a kite an awkward ass n***a that u thought wouldn't make it i had to wait my turn with the beer pockets and champagne taste 30 stashed round my place count blue face call it blue man group can u guess my face? Numb from the pain I traced the lands I scape u worried bout the pen I race damn I’m more concerned bout wats gon round me instead my actions make u wanna clown me law ain’t never cared for us so y we care for it they just wanna kill a n***a so I’m vision-lent yea that’s y I’m smoked out Loced out riding with the pistol grip my n***as always got the bare arms like a tank top I can’t stop it’s from the top like a rain drop till I make it to the top

Chrous:
Yo all I need is one mic (why) cuz y’all n***as ain’t really hearing me made a hunnit steps it’s what y’all n***as call a centipede got so many problems got no time for a enemy know my real n***as feeling me yo all I need is one mic to change my life over night if I do it right I can close my eyes tonight if I’m gonna live a life then this how ima do it give a fuck how I gotta do it man all I need is one mic

Verse 2:
All I need is one mic to tell my story I’m rapping for the glory now days the fame is shorter than Maury had some people tell me follow trends (what) but this ain’t twitter my n***a u better try again how I end up next to white snooty bitchs with some coke in they draws or fightin pastors just to sin some more ur talking to someone that almost caught a felony judgement failing me them scary movies don’t be scaring me just open my door I swear this life is a trife one don’t believe the hype son shout out to my New York n***as y’all cold as ice son getting people feeling me I get all the energy rapping with my n***as yea u know we call it legacy and I’m smoking pound for pound passing bitches round round starting looking like my Lemon Haze then she passing out it’s how it is in the fucking south

Chrous:
Yo all I need is one mic (why) cuz y’all n***as ain’t really hearing me made a hunnit steps it’s what y’all n***as call a centipede got so many problems got no time for a enemy know my real n***as feeling me yo all I need is one mic to change my life over night if I do it right I can close my eyes tonight if I’m gonna live a life then this how ima do it give a fuck how I gotta do it man all I need is one mic