Say Mizzy

One, two step like Ciara

Throw it, shoot like Ibaka did

Blah, blah, blah, blah

If the Spartans ever come to a vote

And they want this guy that I've known from school

Then I, then I can't lie, I'm on him too

Only, only we know know what we been through

Put my feelings aside and go

Yeah, scheme on the target, wait for the green light

Then I let my red tag go

Can we pull up on folks like, "Who's?" (Who?)

Familiar face, then shoot

In the field, there's me or you (Or you)

And you (And you), and you (And you)

So even if I blow in music

The truth is I'll still be a goon

Handlin' stuff in the field, yeah, yeah

Who provides for the family too? (Who?)

(And they call him) Miz (Mizzy)

Mac bare extravagant waps, inconspicuous tints

I ride dot-dot in the back

It's Naghtz on the left where Phineas sits (Phineas sits)

One, two step like Ciara

Throw it like Ibaka did

See how everybody hates Chris?

That's how everybody hates Miz

Used to play a game on the K

Who can wet the most blades opposite? (Who?)

And I was a potential bae (Bae)

When I heard SL's on the win

That's a real legend on the K

Now it's money and fame and Brazilian tings

Everybody's talk about war (War)

What you **** know about war? (War)

What you know about invadin' flats

Eradicate camps, and make them deport?

And confidential explores (Skrrt, skrtt)

What you know about hangin' out whips

Impeccable clips, torrential storms?

Sixteen runnin' out doors (Doors)

Turn estates to a pond

I run out the car, screamin', "Sixty"

Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem don (Come on)

This life that we're livin' is risky

Apology if it's a violent song

And police might say that it's dangerous

But it's entertainment, shut them gobs (Shut up)

Tell 'em, "Free up my partner Savage"

He did no lackin', he showed them knives (Free him)

Me and him in the cell, reminiscin'

We sat up in prison, recappin' on rides

Now remember that GG jammed on his head

That was old school pushback times

She heard on the streets I'm reckless

Though I ain't showed her my reckless side

(Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng)

And we don't realize what what we're doin'

To the hearts of our loves when we do this crime (Nope)

But it's never in our head when we're out for revenge

And we're sittin' in a car like ice (Ice)

Oop block, oop block, oop block

That's who I hear when I listen to guys (Swear down)

Oop blok

That's who I hear when I listen to guys

Oop block

That's who I hear when I listen to guys

I run out the car, screamin', "Sixty"

Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem guy