From the recording Mike Jack Summer
Okie Doke & Seefor Yourself "Mike Jack Summer"
Produced by Seefor Yourself
Lyrics
I was just a poor kid turned poor and dodging po-po
Massaging your earlobes still a weirdo
Searching for them decimals Cheerios
In my bank account like zero zero negro with a ego but a G like
Robert Dinero in Casino
First Nigga to tell me I was really dope was Ebro
That was back when my uncle Del had that Regal
And we was folding paper like a Nigga worked at Kinko's
And I was fresh to death none of my clothes had wrinkles
Like I need a mink coat Seefeezy need a fur coat Joveezy need a fur coat
Mink coats like 87 grandma tried to make me a reverend
I'm breaking bread with the brethren living in hell but I make it heaven
Yahh!
Lil' Bitch said you fly as an Eagle with Seagull
But I don't need no game know that I figured out the cheat code
Going so hard dragging my nuts on the gravel
How could I trust a bitch when I don't even trust my shadow
Hopping out the halfway house bro swooped me with Heineken
Told me to my face you better not never lose your mind again
Told him I'm the new Snoop with hint of juice and a pint of Gin
When I rhyme again they gon' feel me
Times ten run it back
Make sure there's a gun attached
I'll be high on the moon like the symbol of Thundercats
Overall stay strapped like overalls on a lumberjack
When I get my numbers back I'mma take the summer back
Jamaal gon ball off the wall like Mike Jack
When we get our numbers back we gon take the summer back
Seefeezy ball off the wall like Mike Jack
Yeah and it's like that
I was just a Hood kid raised in Ft Hood with my own army
20 deep with Johnson brothers on yellow Huffy's you can't harm me
Aint nothing you can say that's alarming we always had each other's back
Whenever my brothers need me I'm a call away and I'll be where you at
Like where you at I'm right there it aint a fair fight we don't fight fair
I might down a whole flight of beer before I toss your ass down a flight of stairs
Now The band's back we're big ballers, we ball like the balls in Chino Hills
I don't need deal biiiiitch like Key and Peele Yahh!
Put in the key and peel stashbox where I keep the steel
I'm all about safety keep it on safety got one in the chamber still
Hammer like lightning and thunder what I'm packing is nunya
Don't take that as a flex just want you to know what it might run ya
I apologize if I ever let you down I aint no hero
I'm at a constant war with my insecurities and my ego
One trying to make me look like the shit wherever we go
The other, was trying to make me feel like shit about a week ago
But I hate a pitty party I already wanna erase these bars
Like I wanna change the algorithm of who these socials say we are
So I speak up for the ones that don't who may be watching from afar
As I aim for the moon, miss, and land amongst the stars
We're a circle of individuals I'm everything my posse's not
Got moves like Bob Fosse got paint a picture like Basquiat
Turned my circle to a dot cause fake friends cost me a lot
We sit and discuss ideas that out of this world like cosmonauts
But still reachable these intangibles teachable
I seek the truth and don't teach no bull
If time is money and money is time then wasting mine is not feasible
You believe I'm unbelievable
But don't put your limitations on me based on what you thinks is achievable
Times ten run it back make sure they pay the invoice attached
I'll be high as the moon like the symbol of Thundercats
Overall stay strapped like overalls on a lumberjack
When I get my numbers back we gon taking over the summer facts
The whole fam gon ball off the wall like Mike Jack
When I get my numbers back we gon take the summer back
O K I E ball off the wall like Mike Jack
And it's like that yeah it's like that CHEYA!