Mike Dimes Intro Lyrics

[Intro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners]
Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
Well, it's early every mor--in
The mornin'
R-in a my right side, well-a
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta
Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby)
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie
Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a
[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Uh, uh
Now let me know who be kickin' like Mike Dimes, nigga
I was spittin' bars before I knew I could rhyme, nigga
I was Father, Lord before there was father time, nigga
I was f*ckin' broads before I was in my prime, nigga
Been the shit since I lеft my daddy's nuts
We pullin' caddies up for any nigga that be actin' tough
I nеver bragged enough, a city boy, I'm always actin' up
I'm takin' all her stuff, the nails, to weed
Designer bags and such, I know I been a klutz
Flow smoother than the slave ships, pay for writin' scripts
I'm like a bible that can move your hips, the land of holy shit
I say one thing, it start apocalypse, I like to give her tip
Don't f*ck with niggas 'cause they all gon' flip, I never trip
'Cause niggas never really liked me
Point at anybody, bet they all would try to fight me Prolly 'cause I left him or his bitch was getting pipe, B
I'ma say this once, I don't want beef, not even slightly
Leave me alone, why every sentence start with "My G"?

[Verse 2: FlexOnDaTrack]
Ballin' like the latest Kobe Bryant of this rap shit
Nigga, I'm the greatest
Biggest flex to me is gettin' money on you haters
Love to make you niggas suffer, I'm a motherf*ckin' sadist
Niggas talkin' shit but they ain't bringin' it to the table
Bitch, I'm tryna get this money, f*ck a motherf*ckin' label
I got children everywhere, I rock you niggas in the cradle
I ain't kiddin' with you niggas, I ain't motherf*ckin' playful
Young nigga twenty, I'm tryna hit twenty mill'
And I'm eatin' good, I did had about twenty meals
Big body motor, see no big body wheels
This the H-Town drip, candy paint and golden grills
Bitch, I got the Tee with a little lemon squeeze
Bitch, I'm for the streets, I f*ck a new bitch every week
Nigga, disrespect and you'll be drumming up a beat
Bitch, I'm on the track, that's that and family next to me
[Outro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners]
Go down, go down
Fly above yonder, and amen