(Intro:Lil Boosie sampled hook)

(Verse 1:Mitchell Bay)

Dope boy fresh son I don’t sell nothing tho

I just get this money fuck em hoes and let these motherfuckers know

I'm a boss I'm a pimp I'm the goddamn general

On that medical ain't gonna say it twice get it pal?

Light jog on my way to the endzone

Married to the game while you in the friendzone

And love hurts but I need the pain

I swear ima get this change but still be the same

Mitchell bay be the name ballin' be the game

Michael Jordan, Mitchell Janveau same initials

May not be sponsored but my game official

If my life was a movie id call the shots play the pistol

My rhymes spark off the page like a book of matches

Can't sleep on me its like I took ya mattress,look ya bastards

I'm here to stay whether they here to play or do bidness(business)

To the death im in this reppin and runnin like fitness

You about to witness the vision of someone precisioned to winnin' crossin' the line before everyone finished

Today was a good day fuck it im livin'

Underground rookie of the year lookie here

Dreams of the paper y'all don’t even seem major

(Hook)

(Verse 2:Mitchell Bay)

I stay with my booth no Florida panther

If yall are sick I bring more of the cancer

I got ambition in my eyes that have transitioned into fly ambitions that divide the bitches that cry

About the so called switches that I have made in my sound fuck do I really gotta get to breaking it down?

And taking it to back to the basics on my real life are what my lyrics are based bitch

No doubt this industry is so faceless

Im different cause my own mirror I can face it

Without feeling the shame Im the prince y'all best kneel to the name

When I'm slamming it turns to magic OG O'Neill in the game

So real is my flame sit ya 5 dollar ass down before I make change

Get it cracking like I could make cake blow up

Spit so real I make the fake throw up

No question the shots I take slow up

The whole lane Im a purple junkie my crib look like soul plane

I'm not looking for much just a gold chain

With a Cuban link who would think I would be who would sing

The views of a whole generation the world bout to witness my souls penetration shine like there's gold in my laces