Three Five - Mic Check 1-2 Lyrics

This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Cause these fans want lyrics
And I make it
Relatable
Whether you been
Through some shit or not
Three Five got your back
From start to finish
I'm still spitting this crack
Writing raps
Though they criticize
Telling me that they support
Nigga f*ck your lies
I won't change how I flow
For a got damn soul
If you ain't get it then
Nigga now you know
I can't sound like another rapper
Originality is pumping
Through my veins
So I'm going after
All the money I can make
Keep your accolades
Cause this ain't for recognition
And I ain't afraid
To tell you how I feel
About the music industry
We claim we want better
But that ain't what I see
Why is it we got to
Down each other
Each time
A rappers tryna be different
With the way he rhyme?
I'm so sick and tired
But this time
I won't quit
Insecurities on you
I won't quit
357 to the Three Five
I feel them
Doubting me now
I swear I
Never felt so alive
This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Every bar I write
The truth
Mic Check 1-2
Throw your hands in the air
Let me see where you at
Mic Check 1-2
And I'm coming back
This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Every time I hit the booth
Mic Check 1-2
Throw your hands
In the air
Let me see where you at
Mic check 1-2 and
I'm coming back
This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Cause I'm pouring out my heart
And every fan
They know it's true
On this second verse
I wanna tell you something
I'm bout to break ground
And niggaz can't
Tell me nothing
Cause our culture never had
Another Three Five
I'm too diverse
I lived like 3 lives
In just thirty three years
Since I been here
I'm a brown boy
Tattooed no Fear
Mic check
I'm that nigga
That they wanna hear
And if you ain't
Down with Hip Hop
The f*ck up
Out of here
I just call it
How I see it bro
Lyricism on the come back
They better know
So let me talk my shit
While I can
I'm the type of rapper
To f*ck his own fans
The type of rapper
Mainstream can't stand
The type of rapper
Paid in full
He got a masterplan yeah
I'm all about the culture
Nothing else
So believe me
When you greet me
You could see for yourself
Some niggaz throw shots
Knowing damn well
That they gone miss
I play the couch writing rhymes
Puffing cannabis
This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Every bar I write
The truth
Mic Check 1-2
Throw your hands in the air
Let me see
Where you at
Mic Check 1-2 and
I'm coming back
This the type of beat
I tell a story too
Every time I hit the booth
Mic Check 1-2
Throw your hands
In the air
Let me see where you at
Mic check 1-2 and
I'm coming back