Mic In My Gym Bag Lyrics

Call me See-bas

Let the beat clap

Like cheeks on a chick you're bending backwards

That's my answer to people who wondered if I get explicit when I'm rapping

I had to often adapt

Talked to God but I'm not sure if He ever talked to me back

I rep Europe, ain't got to tell you

You could probably tell by my accent when I say birthday or I say value

I switch accents in the same sentence

Cause I got many influences other than my parents

You could call that inconsistency but I don't lie

I go from wearing jerseys and fittest to dress jackets and bow ties

I go from bumping Tupac to praising the most high

Truth hits when I talk it

I do this but never force it

Smooth shit to ride in the car with

This dude spits flows like faucets

I loved the live shows

Love what I do

I love my mic too

When we did these gigs I always used to bring this bitch

Got the technicians pissed

Never wanted fame

That's the shit that makes a man go insane

But money looked more attractive as a goal

When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more

If I only had more

But all I got is this mic in my gym bag

All I got is this mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag

Mic in my gym bag

Life strikes me I hit back

Depression's a cycle I end that

Sick raps, cough in my wind pipe

Forced to get shit right

Hit pause and make sure that you heard right

As a youngster I felt gangster rap cause it made me feel strong for the first time

No flows but oceans

Doors might open

I dig rap cause it talks about pain and struggle and raw emotions

I spent time in solitude

Did that even before the virus, this style is nothing new

Rhyme phenomenal

Rarer than horns of ivory

But no one signed me

Like I missed with the dispenser, I'm trying to get Cologne behind me

Time flies

Memories in my timeline

Despite writing the right lines

I might not get five dimes

Laid pipe to like five dimes

And a few lower on the scale

But I try to find a wife

Cat so bad - got to kill it more than nine times till she's bow legged and frail

Never wanted fame

That's the shit that makes a man go insane

But money looked more attractive as a goal

When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more

If I only had more

But all I got is this mic in my gym bag

All I got is this mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag

From dawn until sundown

I'm making songs with a fun sound

My hood is not flooded with gun sounds

But it's full of drugs, it's depressing

Homeless people and alcoholics injecting

Some shit in their blood that's probably infested

Shit is a sad sight

Music is my first love and but it really don't love me back I'm

Responding to rejection by coming back harder to the next time

People don't care to hear what I'm doing

I barely consider succeeding with music

All they see is my shortcomings

So, I'm song bombing

Wrote something, enough for the whole summer

I step up to the forefront and ignore fronting

Offensive words and disses

Talking 'bout the things that made me really mad

Stress had me smoking cigarettes

I'm with BLM

Attend all of the events

A few Christian friends show me their backs

I always hoped it wouldn't be like that

But deep inside I expected it to be like that

Never wanted fame

That's the shit that makes a man go insane

But money looked more attractive as a goal

When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more

If I only had more

But all I got is this mic in my gym bag

All I got is this mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag

This mic in my gym bag