Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo I believe I can fly
Master divisor colder as I grew wiser Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers With science move and use complete silence Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status See, we here to run it all with eight other planets But I'm on till it's gone, understand it Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why I can fly
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo, I believe I can fly
Lexus and Benzes every color Push a Hummer in the butters Go to Miami in the summer months Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats Everybody know we get it on like that With assorted firearm bulletproof to match Teflon ??? my fitting baseball hat While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch And we makin all this caper but never givin it back It's amazin how I put it all together with rap 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why I can fly
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo, I believe I can fly
Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz Pen's like a lens, so it's clear Bless you in your dome with the chrome Bring the flavor to your ear Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
I believe I can fly
Compositores: Michael Craig Mc Dermon, Percy Williams, Timothy Riley, Jim Pate ECAD: Obra #5514323