Mike Dreams Cheddar Bay Biscuits
Cheddar Bay Biscuits
(Verse 1)
I promise you
I ain't even wanna address it
I ain't reply and they ain't get the message
You opportunist rappers must be stressing
But the OGs told me teach ‘em a lesson
So I'll give it a minute
Let me get into it
First off, all of these disses are disingenous
Act like you don't remember this
Same week you dropped the song
You was hitting my line for assistance
Ay bruh, I got songs that need opinions (Naw)
Sending ‘em to you now, let me know when you get ‘em (Naw)
Could you write me up a press release
And handle the business (Naw)
I know you got plug on the blogs
Tell ‘em to listen (Naw)
I love that verse you did on my song
Bro, you be killing
That's why I'm the big homie
No matter that age difference
You can see I ain't trippin'
That just mean we made different
I got proof to kill your whole persona
But I ain't snitchin', hold up…
(Pre-Chorus)
All My Life
I been on my grind
(Been on my grind!)
Selfmade, I been puttin' in my time
(Puttin' in my time!)
When I hit the stage
They go in a rage
Place jumpin'
(Whole Place Jumpin')
They say a lot of things
But still, they ain't said nothing
All I hear is…
(Chorus)
Crabs in a bucket!
Everywhere I look around
All I see is
Crabs In a bucket!
Trying to pull each other down
All of y'all is
Crabs in a Bucket
Crabs in a bucket, it's ridiculous
All you crabs in a bucket
Man, somebody bring me
Cheddar Bay Biscuits
(Verse 2)
And I get my feast on
Yeah, I get my feast on
Every time they put beats on
This what I be's on
I been plotting
I been watching
I see they been sending the shots
But I know what it is
You got complacent
You look in the mirror
Can't see the greatness
That you thought you had
Why you getting mad
Cuz you never in the top conversation
(Is that why you hating?)
Man, the city too small
To be envying the next man, dawg
Is you done or you finished?
That's something I can't stand for a minute
Just remember that ya haters
Been ya fans for a minute
Mad, in they feelings
‘Cuz all records mimic a broke fan in the ceiling
You can see they ain't spinning
Oh, ya new tape dropped?
I'm sorry
We didn't see ya
You make music for your block
I make music for arenas
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
No more dissing in my city
After this, no more dissing in my city
No more pretending
Like this isn't my city
It coulda been our cities
You shoulda just rocked wit me
Instead you plotting against me
That's your first mistake
Don't let it be worst mistake
Don't let it be your hearse mistake
Careers die when I cut ties
Never really had a crew , ‘cuz I don't really trust guys
Never trust a rapper
Talking about
:You gon' be sorry
When I get on!”
If you was that on
You woulda been on
You would be bodying every instrumental you get on
And getting paper
For every paper you put ya pen on
Instead, you just mad at the next man getting money
I swear this whole game gettin' funny
Look at you, fam
Rappers out here getting booked for the Grammys
You still hating on the Book and Gram
I ain't shook by you sham rappers
Who wanna shake hands after
They go and let they true colors show
You been hating on the low
Like your self esteem
Flip flopping
Trying to degrade ya
But being jealous ain't hip-hop nor gangsta
And some a y'all are just trying to play the villain
And only resort to guns
When your bars ain't killin'
You ain't really bussing
You just headed for destruction
When you see me, dawg
It's nothing
Know I had to say something
For you…
(Chorus)
