M.I.C Mafia!!! - Chamberlain

7"1
An im ballin like Chamberlain
6"2
How tall that I really am

5"3 how you gon feel no matter your height when you next to me
Knocked out somebody please get the referee
No reprimand
Just rest in peace
Achoo told the truth thats a fake sneeze
Stereotypes on the stereo while I train the beat
To conform to me
No specialties
Just remedies
Mixed up to make memories
She be on your knees
Suckin cock for free
Big titties fat ass
So I sell her pics on Instagram to make some cash
She doesn't know so its gonna last
She oblivious
Spoiled from her past
She can kiss my ass
But figuratively not literal
I be kissin her pussy that lil woo
I be eating that pussy every day an night like some vitamins and minerals
Told yall im an assassin an invisible individual
Still killin shit its a mystery
Imma put you out your misery yall all some pigs to me
You aint ballin see you da new okafor
Funny how when it rains its never a drizzle no more
When it rains it really pours
Attitude sour
Need to pop you a bean maybe drink a dream
Wide eyes mind feels like it's walking on a triple beam
Really that's just stacks we tripled to make that gouda cheese
Now I'm balancing
Bigger than your bank account
Looking like mom still giving you allowances
Twenty a week wont amount to shit
Get back on your job
Like a player coming off an injury
And fight for that posistion
Man facing madness on mission
Killin shit until I am done rendition

12"6
Tell the haters they can suck a dick
11"5
Im the tallest man alive
10"4
Don't come knockin on my door
9"3
Fuck you an the police
8"2
Your girls pussy I be runnin
7"1
An im ballin like Chamberlain
6"2
How tall that I really am

5"3 how you gon feel no matter your height when you next to me
Fuck w me get knocked out no referee
Hit me wit a cheap shot
Get that 45 in your face
Idgaf if I'm facing a case still gon fuck you up next time I see you in the streets
Pull that belt off and beat you like the lil boy you act like
Fat boy needa act right
I already wiped my ass with your face had your nose sounding like some bagpipes
Its ok because soon enough you'll be pickin up a crack pipe
Said I wouldn't even speak on it
But you think you did something when I ate your fist
Like it was a half a meal
Felt like 10 cents you ain't even gonna get a small a deal
Sweet like a pumpkin, mamas lil munchkin that ain't ever gonna do nothing
Except sit his fat ass up on the couch beat his meat and complain about mom
Whens the next luncheon hahahahaa
Top like a muffin
Never puttin in work always wondering
Where your life went
Hella bent
Over on the couch taking dick
From a one hand mufucka who you love to fist
Like this fuck you im off in the rift just ballin in the mix

Written by:
Brian Bonsiero

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