Michael Phelps Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
She look at my wrist, let her take a flick She just wanna pic, pull up to my crib Pop up on my whip
Workin' hard, that's for my legacy Got Tese on the beat, I'ma let it breathe
This is a marathon, no one ahead of me I'm gettin' bread and that feta cheese
They fiends, they off metamphetamines I just keep rappin' them melodies
Mix it together, it's medley You burnin' bridges now shit gettin' messy
Kickin' shit just like I'm Lionel Messi Never let bitches or niggas go stress me
Ballin', get hit with a Hessy If we at the table, then let's eat
Can't be too greedy, uh, damn We need to plan for tomorrow
In silence, I'm stuck with my sorrows Heart cold, sub-zero, my heart froze
But, damn, all I be sharin' all is my love I miss my family that's up above
So I stay high, just like a dove Look at my diamonds, they wet like a tub
Shawty keep eyein' me up in the club Can't fuck with her, cause she iffy and toxic
Can't fuck with these niggas, they wishy and washy Time to get bands, so I'm switchin' the topic
I hit up Tese, we got business to discuss I cannot wait till the trucking shit pick up
The road to riches got so many hiccups I got a family that want me to slip up
Damn, that shit won't happen to me Damn, niggas be cappin', that's weak
Damn, all of them captions and tweets Roll down the window, I'm ashin' the weed
Damn, don't bring distractions to me Can't fuck with these new niggas anyway
They could be changin' up any day I'm gettin' money in many ways
You need a job, you ain't got any plays, damn
Dive in that water, Michael Phelps Swim in that water, Michael Phelps
They like my wave, they like to sail Flatout a businessman, rising sales
Six in the morning, high as hell Said he was fool, I can tell
Shawty a real one, like myself Day one's will leave you by yourself
Ain't have no spades , but life was dealt Look how I'm dressin', fly as hell
Dive in that water, Michael Phelps I got the juice like it's Welch
Boy, you broke, but you act like it's wealth Can't go broke, I supplying myself
Ain't got shit to show you lyin' as hell Can't you see that you blind as hell
If I ain't got water, I go find a well Spreading my wings just like a jet
Know that I'm dyin' for my respect You need some help, well, I suggest
Get off your ass, go get some cash Sit back and wait, end up in last
Don't know your fate, no life movin' fast Fast like a Aston Martin
Precise aim, know Flat's a marksman Boy, you a rookie, ran past your target
I'm shoppin', might spend a bag at Target I'm buyin' fabrics, carpets
Fly like a magic carpet I'm not your average artist
I'm not your average artist I'm not your average artist
I'm not your average artist
I'm not your average artist