Turning Your Back

Ay, what's happenin'? It's Mike D, nigga, 614 King, nigga, they all dead in my motherfuckin' head, volume one DJ Miltik, nigga, hard life, nigga It's a motherfuckin' Miltik discussion I'm the one who gave you your first taste of paradise Welcome to the hood Don't think about it Just think about it, baby You really hard to think about it Just think about it Who was it the whole time It was me Look how you pay me back Look how you turning your back on me Look how you pay me back Look how you turning your back on me After everything I did for the hood, did for the streets, you would never ever find a real hood nigga like me You did it in the city like Mikey you know of Name a nigga going harder, and I bet you I'm colder Everybody wanna rap like Lil Veezy or Hova So as far as splitting out your little CD, it's over Turned their back on a nigga, yeah, they gave me a shoulder Scared, died, sold a kidney, I got on BZ And I ain't switching nothing different Wait a motherfucker minute, the realest rap on compact Keep this motherfucker spinning, not inventing situations Put my life on the line After these cases, I'm taking back what's rightfully mine And all that hating only means they got Mike on they mind Should I show niggas the light Niggas gotta be blind Man, I can't explain the feeling I be waking up feeling like I'm supposed to be rich Where the fuck is my million But still, life is a struggle Gotta bubble, gotta hustle Gotta call the right plays in my huddle And niggas love to see you all in trouble Skirts on all of my knuckles To the Lord and to all of y'all, fuck you And I ain't never told on a nigga, not a day in my life That's one thing you can say about Mike Discounts on everything I ain't paying that price I need it cheaper Now I see it, man, I'm killing them Nigga, when I tell you, I'm the greatest Been convicted, been slated Legendary, so the flow, it ain't dated It ain't even been debated Conversated about Mikey being the sweetest Streets need him like these niggas need Jesus And yeah, I'm the one you disrespect They label me as a threat So if you need me for a song, I need a check And what could you expect I come from nothing And I'm tired of having none It's only white that I touch Y'all niggas something Y'all got me fucked up Yeah, this your boy, Young Addy Fucking with a nigga, DJ Miltie, nigga We been rocking like a cutoff stocking for a long time The hottest motherfucking DJ in the Midwest 100 Fish a nigga I'm watching y'all too, though Try to figure, you try to read me out, nigga See me out, nigga Fuck you if you don't like it Take my CD out, nigga You ain't gotta listen to it You chose to on your own I can't make you do shit Motherfucker, you grown But now you gone All that shit you on, you started feeling tough I just hope you feel the same when I start to figure you up, bruh Don't get me confused I'm not one of them dudes Just rapping and talking shit with a bunch of tattoos Fat tools on the regular Don't tell them where I'm headed But when a nigga pass, I'll be a real nigga dead as fuck, bruh Police know me, and I'm trying to sell my work I'm drawing a male with my hoodie on, trying to catch a smirk Hurt motherfuckers' feelings, because they baby mama like me Now they mad They want to blame it on Mikey And I done had enough of niggas saying I'm sheisty I'm blood like Gucci's, yellow, so icy Mikey Hard life veteran And ain't nobody better than this motherfucker rapping right now Hey, I bet I went to streets, took up bullshit And Mikey is their medicine Brought them to the hood I took them places they ain't never been Never been a miller They ain't stepping on the deuces And I do it for my little niggas, Juven Boom Mama of the movement, what the fuck is you stupid And all that sneak dishes, what the fuck is you through with You lose it Niggas go to jail, while niggas just send a mail No half of them niggas can barely spell But still I write letters, visit graves, keep it real in a way The streets talking, I can't hear what you say But I'm running gay fate to the hood with nobody Didn't give a damn And I'm still in this love like here I am And a lot of times, it ain't all about being a bigger man Dog, you gotta stay focused, so get your grams This motherfucker understand I'm the one who gave you your first taste to paradise So think about it, man You're really hard to think about before you leave Listen Look how you pay me back Look how you turn in your back EJ mill tickets Look how you pay me back Look how you turn in your back EJ mill tickets Look how you turn in your back EJ mill tickets