MICHIGAN GEMS 2 Lyrics

Ahh Man

Y'all remember Kasher Flow

Yeeaahh

Aye

Hold Onn

Grra Grra

Maan

I been so stressed out, I might just start smoking again

I might just log back on Facebook and start poking again

This b*tch play way too much like nah, you joking again

She said I can't hit no more but here I am, stroking again

That b*tch p*ssy so wet, I feel like i'm in Splish Splash

He said I TYB, now he can't get his b*tch back

Everything designer, color-coordinated, no mix-match

That boy white and can't rap, he reminding me of Riff Raff

And that n*gga garbage

I be smoking on some stank like a n*gga done farted

Trying to end my career like look what you done started

Now i'm bout to go crazy on the mu'f*ckin beat n*gga

I'm a stand up n*gga, ten toes down, take a seat n*gga

Get your ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat n*gga

Ballin in Miami, feel like Lebron back on the heat n*gga

They don't understand me, I told them just wait until we meet n*gga

Go check my catalog, you'll understand that I'm a beast n*gga

I rap, sing, mix, master and produce some of the beats n*gga

I produce most of my sh*t

N*ggas jacking they support me but never posting my sh*t dawg, like

You gotta do more than listen

This b*tch better let me f*ck, I'm trying to do more than kissing

These n*ggas can't really rap, you got to do more than dissing

All they do is throw subs, you got to do more than pitching

I'm at-bat, it's about to be a grand-slam

Saying my name when we f*ck, makes me feel like I'm the damn man

I frog-splash in that p*ssy, I be feeling like I'm Van Dam

It be lights-camera-action when I'm feeling like I'm Van Damme

But hold on, I ain't trying to make a scene

I be slow-stroking shorty, I ain't trying to make her scream

I be grinding like a skater but ain't rocking no Supreme

My nephew listens to my music so I'm trying to make it clean but

Man, sometimes I got to vent

And I ain't never checking price tags

Sometimes I got to spend a whole bag on some drip just so shorty know I look good

In the kitchen or the booth, shorty really know I cook good

And i'm Mean with it too, you should call me Mikey Ramsay

I'm so use to being overlooked so they can understand me

Do I got to put it in braille, for you to understand me

Just for you to feel it? Mikey Gems, I really am the realest

Everybody in my family got banks, I feel like i'm Philip

And I be sipping Pinot Grigio with a Filipino

She from LA, I knew that she was One Of Them Ones like Bino and Blxst

Shorty said I'm about to put you on blast, I'm like

Pat Benatar, baby Hit Me With Your Best Shot

She gave me the Figi, so with my Piece, I gave her a Head-Shot

Talking spicy out your mouth like you chewing on some Red Hot

You couldn't walk in my shoes, this pair I got is deadstock

Maison Martin Margiela 3-Strap, no laces

Feel like MGK when I tell n*ggas to Lace Up

Never walking with my head down, I keep my face up

MMBD full of God's, I be telling them to praise us

I know I got y'all wondering how long he on the beat for

Never Cross me like a Christian when I'm rocking hella Dior

I be wanting everybody to win, why you hating me for

You playing Games with your shorty, ima Console her like a P4

Got like 80 plus songs, and I still feel like I need more

Deadass, no lie n*gga

If you could do it better than me, you should try n*gga

You could, you could, you could

You could see it in my eyes n*gga

I really do this my boy like, deadass

I ain't one of them

I'm on of Him

1 Of 1

Do this sh*t for fun now

Shorty hit me like you the one now

But I been the one shorty, f*ck you talking bout