Mitch Green ft. ProjectPorter Lyrics

Okay, Porter I give up

Uh, yeah

Yo, check

Yeah, yo

I'm high as hell with Goldeneye on the split screen

She lookin' back with dirty looks, my bitch mean

Give her dope dick, she need it now like a itch fiend

Match up with the next MC, Tyson and Mitch Green

So far ahead of the comp, no problem droppin' jewels

If we the nation of domination, I'm Brahma bull

It's in the pudding, my track record abominable

Lyrically, my style's AJ Phenomenal

See, when I'm done, they cart him off to the ambulance

And I'm a king, my bitches is polyamorous

Need two, three at a time, where the camera is

Stockholm Syndrome, I hit it once, she enamorous

For real, yo, man

Stockholm Syndrome, I hit it once, she enamorous

Sheila E, she told me her life was glamorous

Ay, man, yo

Yo, I know I took forever, I took my time, I ain't sorry

I'm the latest to the party, but now I'm in a Ferrari

Yeah, I took forever, I took my time, I ain't sorry

I'm the latest to the party, but now I'm in a Ferrari

There's no debate, they hatin' because they can't relate

I'm really winning, it burn his face like aftershave

I'm doing shit in real life, they gotta masturbate

I don't see nobody, the comp dead or they passed away

Skill gap getting deeper, I'm Grim Reaper

On another level, his talent under my sneaker

Married to the game, six tool player like Jeter

Spit eternal flame, fire, brimstone, and ether, Kane

Okay, Porter I give up