Lyrics Factory - Cypher Clique, Mickey Factz

Factory

Growing up, getting money’s a prerequisite
Being broke was deemed negligent, weak precedence
I work hard for these Benjamins, clean settlements
Extreme elegance, achieved extreme decadents
Weed elements litter the air with their fragrance
I’m jaded, very foul line’s designd flagrant
I get extra points for being one of your favorite
I made it, instinct, never basic like
I still run the base, you run the bases
Out of this world language, I’m an ATLien from New York
Had everything inside of my spaceship
Playing Kanye’s shit, gracious with the greatness
The flow iller than vaccines that make you sicker
Take a picture with the greatest spitter making scriptures
I shake the building every lyric just to break the requiter
And I drink the liquors made by strippers in painted glitter
Everybody talking they ain’t poppin' as now
But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like
Your baby mama back to boppin' it down
Said the crown ain’t really brown still be jockin' the style, like
Ohhhh, Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Don’t want the crown want he bop in your town
Since 2010 said she be down, ain’t no stoppin' it now