Yuh (M.M. Capone)

Ultimatum, it's me or the sky

5-4-3-2-1 in the 2-1-6 I jump and fly, I pop out ruthless

Bitch, I'm a made man money moving different

So I had to draw a new hand

(Pressure, uh, pressure uh, pressure, uh, pressure, uh)

Pressure bitch I press up, got that pressure in my dresser

Imma fuck her, then undress her

I'm a comet, not a missile

Broke up with my ex, bitch, then she got spiritual

I be balling, ready to fall n' I think I'm a miracle

I think I'm a miracle

I think I'm a miracle

I think I'm a miracle

I be balling, ready to fall n' I think I'm a miracle

Weak minds seem to miss signs, dollar signs

Find a way to make them dollars mine, them dollars mine

I been keeping it real all my actions

I'm feeling like I'm just ahead of my time

I don't got no time, my jewelry shine, my bitch is so fine

And I'm dishing out dimes, what

Keep it going, uh

Infinite drip I be showing off, yeah

Sky surfing like I'm Silver Surfer, I'm important

Watch me in a couple years and all my shit gone be imported, yeah

It gone all pay off, all the shit I recorded

Cooped up in my room till I heard you fuckers snoring

Had to wake em' up, with this shit that I been mixin', bitch

Fuck a pot and pan, only dope shit in my kitchen, what

I think I'm a miracle

I think I'm a miracle

I think I'm a miracle

I be balling, ready to fall n' I think I'm a miracle