Everybody wanna be like Mic

Everybody wanna be like Mic



Yo I believe I can fly



Master divisor colder as I grew wiser

Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers

With science move and use complete silence

Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron

I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near

To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare

Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got

And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop

When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status

See, we here to run it all with eight other planets

But I'm on till it's gone, understand it

Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic

Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched

Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much

All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky

Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why

I can fly



Everybody wanna be like Mic

Everybody wanna be like Mic



Yo, I believe I can fly



Lexus and Benzes every color

Push a Hummer in the butters

Go to Miami in the summer months

Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once

Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket

Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms

Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats

Everybody know we get it on like that

With assorted firearm bulletproof to match

Teflon ??? my fitting baseball hat

While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch

And we makin all this caper but never givin it back

It's amazin how I put it all together with rap

1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map

See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched

Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much

All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky

Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why

I can fly



Everybody wanna be like Mic

Everybody wanna be like Mic



Yo, I believe I can fly



Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins

Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends

Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims

Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz

Pen's like a lens, so it's clear

Bless you in your dome with the chrome

Bring the flavor to your ear

Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear

Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near

See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched

Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much

All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky

Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why



Everybody wanna be like Mic

Everybody wanna be like Mic



I believe I can fly