Open Mic Stand ft. Yelu Lyrics

Lazy, low work ethic

Always working on that damn music

Well guess what, player

That music doesn't pay you, I do

And I know you don't like when I tell you to get off your fucking ass

And do your fucking job

But you don't have to work here either

So get to it

Ayy

Bitch let me talk like this an open mic stand

Puffin' Yao Ming runts, put the smoke in my hand

Put up hall of fame numbers for my whole lifespan

Whole whip change colors, call it Sosa like Sam

Orange soda great job, this a breeze like fan

Whip too big, this a U-haul van

I don't have a single hater

Lil bitch, you a stan

I been handing out smoke, every verse a free sample

Redd Foxx, nigga you my son like Sanford

Shit too krunk, fuck around and broke the handle

Put you in the upper room, the situation handled

Since you hard, go put that pistol up and show me what them hands do

Laughing all the time bitch, but I don't really play

I'm not even gangster, but y'all test it everyday

Fuckin' on ya broad, fuckin' with my feng shui

I got the sauce that y'all got lost in

Niggas went the wrong way

Yeah

P.S. motherfuck

What the fuck did we just talk about

I told you to put down the pen and pad, and pick up a mop

This fucking floor is filthy

How do you expect us to run a fucking business here

If you can't keep the God damn dust off the linoleum

You think you're gonna' be able to pay for your studio time

If you're not getting checks from me, buddy

Oh well we'll see about that

Get the fucking broom