Michigan Bound Lyrics

Not many options for a homie

To get out the sinkhole ooh ooh

Know they been watching got em

Shivering cuz I been cold ooh ooh

At the door knocking by myself

I don't got a pit bull ooh ooh

And that boy rocking

Like geologists too official ooh ooh

I was impoverished

But I'm eating now to the wish bone ooh ooh

Studio mobbing it cooking 808's for the dinner plate ooh ooh

We turned a bando

To a nice home what's your background ooh ooh

I turned these track outs

To the pack now never back down

I got my fam up in here

We making jams up in here

Don't give a damn up in here, woah woah

I got my fam up in here

We breaking dams up in here

Don't give a damn up in here, woah woah

On the road Michigan bound

No flipping out cuz we kicking it loud

Ay, Bout to be getting it now

No bitching out cuz we live in the now

Gonna be twisting up loud

Forget all the clout we do this for the crowd

Yeah, grab you a drink and sit down

Steady been whipping I'm ripping the route

I'm bending these corners on Route 66

You won't find an artist as groovy as this

Penning these rhymes or I'm shooting a flick

No playing me I'm not new to the biz

No caving in I got on with a risk

Clientele in and we bopping the mix

Nothing is promised when you come from dirt dirt

I get it popping like I was a burglar, pop pop

Kblast

I'm here for the reality check

Not many options for a homie

To get out the sinkhole

Yeah yeah

Know they been watching got em

Shivering cuz I been cold yeah yeah

At the door knocking by myself

I don't got a pit bull yeah yeah

And that boy rocking

Like geologists too official yeah yeah

I was impoverished

But I'm eating now to the wish bone yeah yeah

Studio mobbing it cooking 808's for the dinner plate yeah yeah

We turned a bando

To a nice home what's your background yeah yeah

I turned these track outs

To the pack now never back down

Never back down

How you trying to send them shots out from your glass house

Known to hop up on the track and then just spaz out

Rappers claim they're in their bag now

But have no skills thus I wear my hat proud

Diligent at killing this

Not being sarcastic I'm really mentally sick

Too psychopathic with feelings I deal with

Cannot be average I gotta stay brilliant

Jaw hanging open the dentist is drilling

Fool you a clone but I'm one in a million

They find a way to misguide all the chillens

I'm out to travel spot me in your village

Yeah, Spot me on the map for the capitol

Snap like the flower man

I'm out here with the daffodils

Splat with the lyrics when I let the rhythm paintball spill

Racks for a therapist that's how fucking insane I feel