Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a war when I scribe
I been praying to you since like I'm sure it was mine
They kept telling me I'm big, felt shorter inside
But the remainder what I give, what I record in these lines
Just reclaiming what it is, the unfortunate times
I got to staying in the crib, how them horrors had spiked
All this aching since a jit, a quarter of life
Twenty-five and still equipped, can't afford to suffice
I need a diet on the spliffs and open more to advice
I know that triumph never quit, the brick-and-mortar in strife
Relying on my limbs, I'm a soldier of plight
Been surviving through the dim, yeah, the coldest of nights
A broken writer and his fix, fixed on holding the prize
All them lies, hella myths, a lot of owning demise
Every pocket getting hit, any open is mines
Everybody got their thirty-second moment of shine
Everybody with a worthy message lowered the price
I'm on set, yeah, niggas lower the mic'
Concrete, my chest smoky and tight
Long breaths, pay respects when I'm throwing the dice
Big
Well, Mike, it was only business
The owners will like you
MIKE - Lost Scribe Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a war when I scribe
I been praying to you since like I'm sure it was mine
They kept telling me I'm big, felt shorter inside
But the remainder what I give, what I record in these lines
Just reclaiming what it is, the unfortunate times
I got to staying in the crib, how them horrors had spiked
All this aching since a jit, a quarter of life
Twenty-five and still equipped, can't afford to suffice
I need a diet on the spliffs and open more to advice
I know that triumph never quit, the brick-and-mortar in strife
Relying on my limbs, I'm a soldier of plight
Been surviving through the dim, yeah, the coldest of nights
A broken writer and his fix, fixed on holding the prize
All them lies, hella myths, a lot of owning demise
Every pocket getting hit, any open is mines
Everybody got their thirty-second moment of shine
Everybody with a worthy message lowered the price
I'm on set, yeah, niggas lower the mic'
Concrete, my chest smoky and tight
Long breaths, pay respects when I'm throwing the dice
Big
Well, Mike, it was only business
The owners will like you
It's a war when I scribe
I been praying to you since like I'm sure it was mine
They kept telling me I'm big, felt shorter inside
But the remainder what I give, what I record in these lines
Just reclaiming what it is, the unfortunate times
I got to staying in the crib, how them horrors had spiked
All this aching since a jit, a quarter of life
Twenty-five and still equipped, can't afford to suffice
I need a diet on the spliffs and open more to advice
I know that triumph never quit, the brick-and-mortar in strife
Relying on my limbs, I'm a soldier of plight
Been surviving through the dim, yeah, the coldest of nights
A broken writer and his fix, fixed on holding the prize
All them lies, hella myths, a lot of owning demise
Every pocket getting hit, any open is mines
Everybody got their thirty-second moment of shine
Everybody with a worthy message lowered the price
I'm on set, yeah, niggas lower the mic'
Concrete, my chest smoky and tight
Long breaths, pay respects when I'm throwing the dice
Big
Well, Mike, it was only business
The owners will like you
Writer: Michael Jordan Bonema
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave