Lyrics In Traffic - Mik

In Traffic

All my flows, I spit them perfectly
Word, all the roadman wanna murder me
Wanna turn my white top burgundy
So I holla at guys down Bermondy
Get a 45 and a 38
When I see these youts, I’mma take them nursery
Yeah, the right eye’s lazy
That just means more holes for your Burberry
Face all surgery
I took man’s ear off, then I put it in the loft
No wonder man ain’t heard of me
I’ve been doing this ting from early, B
Go and ask Shifman, Merky and T
Ego, Complex and P-A-B
See, see
Deep in the game like bloodclart EAB
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Switch the flow cause man ah man’s M-A-D
I get down in the west end town
Where the girls get busy, real talk, I’m B-A-D
No lie when I say I’m B-A-D
Right now, I’m out for the dough
In other words, yeah, I’m getting mad P-A-D
Drop an I right after the A
Then you’ll see what I’m bloodclart saying, G
I send MCs straight to their maker
Five minutes after flying through A&E
What you saying, M?
Not much, I
Just wanna get paid like Jay-Z
Know I keep it cool like AC
Got a badboy team like AC
Come holla at me with the ID
HSBC, AC
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Yo
Turn a man ghost like Patrick Swayze
Wifey wants another mixed-race baby
Told her no if, buts or maybes
Trust me when I say it drives me crazy
That’s why I’m screaming fuck you, pay me
Promoters holla at me, true say
I’ve been putting out bare mad singles lately
Back then, I used to jam with Hailey
Getting mad brain in the sun daily
Got wiser, then I moved to Katie
Christian tings thought God could save me
But I’m on the field all day putting in mad work
Like say I was stuck in slavery
But it’s all good, like Sunday roast on a Sunday
I make the ting look gravy
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Who wants it?
No one, cool
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool