Limelight ft. Micro Assassin Lyrics

Wait, who is it?

It's Brick

All of his prized time is spent soaking in that limelight

Can't see the crowd, his eyes bright

Rewarded now cause he did fight for what's right, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cause now he's in demand

Yeah, I eat it up like a fat guy

Not talking food, but I get pie

Got my money up and I get by

I'm on top now, and I'll let you see why

When I'm not talking food, but I get all the cheddar

The bullets, they spray, and I ain't talking pepper

If you're lying, I'll grill you, like I was a Webber

You know it's Young Micro, there ain't nothing better

There ain't nothing better, I'll let you see why

I changed up the flow, yeah, I changed up the vibe

It's Micro Assassin, they say I'm a scribe

When I drop a new song they all know what to hype

Brand new Benz and I'm dashing out

Real close to the top, I don't rap for clout

Inside of you is a hateful sound

Can't be me, so you resent me now

Krispy Kreme, you big and round

Masked up when I stomp them out

I get money from my fire sound

Can't run from me, I'll sniff you out

Real hot chick, got her bowing down

Only one way out and that's me wearing a crown

All of my lyrics be

Stressing out

Somebody

Actively rapping, I work like the

Sun you

See?

I'll never know it, but somebody hates me

Never will know it, cause they'll never face me

I'm tired of you, and you're tired of me, yeah

I'm tired of you saying that I don't spit heat, yeah

It's my time in center stage

I was working hard to get my rent paid

You were doing nothing in the back

Seeing me succeeding, and then you commence hate

It's Bricholas and I got rhythm

I learned how to do it from studying this

Reading sheet music, composing my lyrics

The quarter notes before the triplets, yo

Parachuting when I rap math

Got the studio inside the backpack

Half the teachers try to take a crack at

Cause everybody got a little bit of something

Thinking different? Never, always bluffing

Everybody could just get it, but nobody want it

You would rather hate than ever show me something

But, I don't have the time to listen

I got some fans that I got to go visit

And I got some bars that I got to go spitting

If it wasn't hard, then it wouldn't be Brick in it

He put the "in" in assassin, I put the brick in a brick wall

Every time I know he ball

I know he not really that tall

But, boy strong and he never lift, always drive in the left lane

Hate comments are lowering everyday

Now he's got nothing to say, so he just stands there on stage

Spending all of his

All of his prized time is spent soaking in that limelight

Can't see the crowd, his eyes bright

Rewarded now cause he did fight for what's right, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cause now he's in demand

Or he can't, even I don't know

As much as I would like to, I just hope he goes

I don't know what to figure

He not one to pull the trigger

Just one to pull the trick off

Not one to mess with Brick of all people

He's insane and gonna gain through his pain and shame

That will pull off the prized fame, he don't treat it like a game

No playing, not staying, he's making songs non stop

He's faking and praying that he gon' reach the top, yo

Getting the money, monopoly

Earning it all like the bars are commodities

Asking one question "I'm Micro, you following?"

See the promotion, they on to my honesty

Honestly, I cannot do this, I'm falling again

But, I'm seeing the goal and I'm motivated

Forgetting the water my vision fading

But I gotta write rhymes and just own the nation

The U.S, I must be the truest

He already know that in rapping, I'm fluent

My medals are crops and I'm the one who grew it

I'm going too fast I'm about to lose it, I'm

Yo, take the mic

I gotchu

With all of my prized time, I write rhymes

I get the green, like light lime

As much as you might try

You're just the munchkin to my Ice Spice

I don't care, I will shine

Cause, I'm locked in like 6ix9ine

Leave it up to us to cross the line

And send the chills down your spine

It's our time, here's the sign

You want, I deliver Amazon prime

You're mad unwanted like cheap wine

I'm sorry I go hard, it's by design

No body-ody-ody but I'm still the best

My mic is a gun, I'm the angel of death

My opps one of two things, they dead or obessed, woah

All of his prized time is spent soaking in that limelight

Can't see the crowd, his eyes bright

Rewarded now cause he did fight for what's right, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah, yeah

Just trynna do what he can, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cause now he's in demand