Mic Check - Chris Travis

Mic check, two one two, bitch

Realest young nigga in the room, shit

Heard that my back not groomed bitch

Late, but I still leave soon, quick

Fuck up out my way

Ya’ll niggas throwing shade

But your iTunes got Chris Travis tapes

Bucking young nigga in a city full of fakes

I’ll do a nigga bad

I’ll want to catch a case

Pussy nigga shut the fuck up

Only time you up when your ass waking up

I’m making cake while you niggas caking up

I’m getting baked from the dawn till the dusk

I’ll pull a nigga back

Leave him chained to a truck

These niggas whack

But some fans in a buzz

My flow crack

You don’t got to pay for drugs

My world deep

But my pain is the love

I just really really want to blow me a dub

I just really really want to smoke me a blunt

These niggas fake man, these niggas cunts

I don’t play with them, eat them up like a runt

Say it to my face and your face get stomped

Step out of place

Better know where your from

Come up to my plate, better have your funds

And I don’t want a little

Bitch, I want the whole sum