gist - Lil Mike: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

gist

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Hip-Hop/Rap

gist was released on August 7, 2025 by Lil Mike as a part of the album gist - Single

Song Details

Albumgist - Single

Release DateAugust 7, 2025

LabelLil Mike

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Mike

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lil Mike

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brees Moira

Producer, Engineer

Cody Doss

Engineer

Lyrics

These three years, I seen tears simultaneously fall alongside caskets

Three meaningful deaths stuck in all its long lasting

The feelings been hovering over me, feet's draggin'

And you think I'm nervous to summon some names?

I'm apprehensive to embrace the knowledge

My words can change the youth and be a vessel to whom, God?

You know I'm goin' through shit myself

I'm goin' through these books to grasp on life and get right with self

I'm tryin' to stay prayerful and be in harmony with one myself

I need your help

Even on the 12th hour, my heart of gallium melts

On the other hand, I'm apprehensive

Will my voice become big in the industry?

Cause I know you hear the inspo from Dot within me

I swear to you, I'm tryin' to find my own lane

I'm tryin' to find my own voice

My alliance is death to gain

I swear to you

Enchanted by the blood

I'll kill you **** if my pops woulda told me to

Post on Twitter after that, I follow suit

I pray for my moms

Her son makes retirement easy on her with 605 yard lawn

I need her beautiful spirit withdrawn

From the fake energy to try to make somethin' correspond

If my pops here, I'll send the same message

P.S. I forgive the unpleasant abandonment

This ain't for the weak ones nor the new souls

Vermilion fillin' up heart shapes liking so and so

Please, Lord, let me make it

Please don't tell me, no

I watch actions that haven't been diligent, you know?

What you want from me or what you want more for me

I'm your vessel, but it's getting uneasy to make guarantees

By standin' in still time, but you covering me sacredly

Let my art depict me instead of IG galleries

Elaborated apologies

That's what I don't need

Sacrifice my life within these words

Let the youth receive

Anything pure that take shape in hands-reach from dreams

Auntie gave reminders to pray about the business scene

I comprehend, but I want the legacy and what it brings

Contradict in ways, heart and mind sometimes out of sync

Man I always lift Indiana up

Funny how my state show support

But half of y'all distance self to show any love

If my God approves

Curse the critics, and so on and on, fashion that with love

What it is, this my art, shoulders shrugs

Walk with invidious blood, coerce in shareable huts

Keep on watch for structured, said faces

See through smiles will fuck 'em over

When Raymond said we "Tradin' Places"

A lot of judgment being passed round the room

Pointin' fingers at, arm's reach

Myself pointin' fingers at, arm's reach

Lames pointin' fingers at, arm's reach

**** pointin' fingers at, arm's reach

Your hoe ass pointin' fingers at, arm's reach

Then the critics point fingers at arm's reach

Aye, you **** done fucked up

I'm low profile, but I understand something's happenin' now

From the East to the West

Y'all **** up, but shid it's the it's the Midwest

I just be with self

I don't give a fuck I be by myself

And Lonnie Lynn, asked "what those two lines have in common?"

Be determined and grinding

And ****, Be yourself

That hunger inside me alone

Shit can testify itself

Swear mama I'ma get the crown alone till it's really nothin' else

Up and comin', foot in the game

Swear, ****, I'm the best in the game

Better than your local

Better than your industry favorite, **** it's all the same

Hate to list, one of my inspos that's on my press kit

Since Em benchin' it

Get it off my chest soon as I spotted it

This is off the strength, dog

I'ma drop a bomb at the fire exit

Includin' Flex with no sound effects

I'm the taxiarch of hand of God

**** here pay your debt

****, fuck your recordings

Hate when **** walk in and out like they laid some shit

From Anderson it ain't much to choose

'Bout to bust y'all ass

Collaborate with fake killers, tryna piece another jewel

Look

I feel like Stacks

(Ah, ah)

I feel like Biggie

(Ah)

I feel like Pac

(I feel like Pac)

I feel like Dot

(Ah, ah, ah)

I feel like Em I'm taking up spots

(Ah, I feel like)

I feel like talkin' bout

The scam artist, bitch ****, floodin' markets

I can elaborate and bury his name to show you how deep that part gets

This a competition, right?

I don't see nothin' for real

Half of my fortune belong to the kids, let their assurance build

But fuck it, this prideful driven Leo

Embodying stripes

Trophyin' strippin' egos

Swear on my soul

I put this on me

Live in this verse and what it say so

Be paralyzed

Fuck what you need

The pieces connect

That's why I'm here fo'

My soul device too complex to read

Slight nod to your direction

Watch mamas cry, while I'll go proceed

The revenue bitch, legacy how I feed

God give me direction

And give my fam everythin' that's out their possession

Written by: Lil Mike

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