Michigan Rapper

[Intro]
Yeah
Kill gang, the vigilantes, what's up?
Yeah

[Verse]
When I make the game, I go make it good
For the area, not the hood
You know Lansing, Michigan
Fucked around and got head again
I’m a hitman, hit the mic, then hit me
I kept that, spit that, venom of the—
Defend themselves
Everybody bein' themselves
From Detroit to K-Zoo
From St. John to St. Lou
From Clint, Flint, and that Bay too
Ann Arbor to Ypsilanti
Snuck around and slipped off the panties
Fucked a bitch and go take a Xanny
But hung around 'cause we the vigilantes of Michigan
Left the state for like nine days and just missed the friends
Went to my hometown, what I know now was the wrong town
But I know how to remain loud, goddammit
He may go bust it up, fillin’ the cups up
The feeling of just went to feel it
I want to support the family friends and that shows, uh
Soup kitchen, go fuck yourself
Welfare, had a ton of help
I had food stamps of fuckin' twelve
But marijuana's what I fucking dealt
When I needed that money
Never stable, but we needed money
I see that it's funny but leavin' the reefer in the seat isn't funny
I'm sick and I'm tired but where is my money?
God damn, you popped a gasket
Little faggot fucks can go have a blast
Tryna bag at us where that bag is from
But you can laugh at us ’cause we rap too much
But I rap enough, seven years and that may get
Four years and I’ll take it
But more years to be made
It's kinda funny how the motherfuckin’ boys
Suck dick, no Wiz Khalifa tryna pass the reefer
Tryna pass the time, y'all pale little fuck boys pass the mic
'Cause this am, I said never lap it twice
Nowadays and now half as night 'cause my rappin’ height was
My dad let me really grab the mic
And I started writing my actual life, goddamn