Okay Dynasty
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
Ay shoutout Ming
He in Paris right now
When it come to raw talent, we the rarest right now
All my haters bite down cuz they hating right now
Waiting for the fall, yeah they impatient right now
Oh yeah, this is my chain don't pull it
What happened to your mullet?
Uh
Every time there was a problem you would disappear
I watched you do the same thing last year
I ain't no killer but don't tempt me
All about my money and my pockets getting heavy
W-W-Weak bitches always be so friendly
I ain't gon' stop until I'm riding in a Bentley
Or a nine eleven
Bitch, all dogs go to heaven
Stop tryna act up for attention
Instagram mentions
All up in the club for a section
Tell me is that how you deal with depression?
That shit is lame
That shit is childish
You should grow up cuz you wildin'
Me and my bros yeah we dialed in
We makin' that cash yeah we pile it
So fly that she think I'm a pilot
Bitch, I'm a star like Orion
Shoutout my brother, that's Ryan
I get to high when I'm flyin'
Uh
If you can't hear me I'm signing
They know my name I don't sign in
I had to get mine in
Looking for the silver lining
Hit like some thunder and lightning
Okay Dynasty
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
(You gotta let loose, when shit gets real then you're gonna have to choose)
(Mic Check)
I roll a few grams
I count a few racks
I'm spending the bands
I'm making it back
P-P-Poppin' the percs
They numbin' the pain
I'm goin' insane
Thirty round clip clip
Blowin' your brains
Shooting long range
Like John Wayne
(L-Like John Wayne)
P-Purple in a cup
Purple in a blunt
Got a new whip, yeah I like to stunt
M-M-Making the money I make it advance
I'm rockin' the Vans, I popped a few Xans
I'm doin' it now, I cop a new Benz
I'm spending for my friends
Do it again and again
Bought it again, I bought it again
F*ckin' round with my friends
Dynasty - MIC CHECK (feat. Zach Davis) Lyrics
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Okay Dynasty
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
Ay shoutout Ming
He in Paris right now
When it come to raw talent, we the rarest right now
All my haters bite down cuz they hating right now
Waiting for the fall, yeah they impatient right now
Oh yeah, this is my chain don't pull it
What happened to your mullet?
Uh
Every time there was a problem you would disappear
I watched you do the same thing last year
I ain't no killer but don't tempt me
All about my money and my pockets getting heavy
W-W-Weak bitches always be so friendly
I ain't gon' stop until I'm riding in a Bentley
Or a nine eleven
Bitch, all dogs go to heaven
Stop tryna act up for attention
Instagram mentions
All up in the club for a section
Tell me is that how you deal with depression?
That shit is lame
That shit is childish
You should grow up cuz you wildin'
Me and my bros yeah we dialed in
We makin' that cash yeah we pile it
So fly that she think I'm a pilot
Bitch, I'm a star like Orion
Shoutout my brother, that's Ryan
I get to high when I'm flyin'
Uh
If you can't hear me I'm signing
They know my name I don't sign in
I had to get mine in
Looking for the silver lining
Hit like some thunder and lightning
Okay Dynasty
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
(You gotta let loose, when shit gets real then you're gonna have to choose)
(Mic Check)
I roll a few grams
I count a few racks
I'm spending the bands
I'm making it back
P-P-Poppin' the percs
They numbin' the pain
I'm goin' insane
Thirty round clip clip
Blowin' your brains
Shooting long range
Like John Wayne
(L-Like John Wayne)
P-Purple in a cup
Purple in a blunt
Got a new whip, yeah I like to stunt
M-M-Making the money I make it advance
I'm rockin' the Vans, I popped a few Xans
I'm doin' it now, I cop a new Benz
I'm spending for my friends
Do it again and again
Bought it again, I bought it again
F*ckin' round with my friends
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
Ay shoutout Ming
He in Paris right now
When it come to raw talent, we the rarest right now
All my haters bite down cuz they hating right now
Waiting for the fall, yeah they impatient right now
Oh yeah, this is my chain don't pull it
What happened to your mullet?
Uh
Every time there was a problem you would disappear
I watched you do the same thing last year
I ain't no killer but don't tempt me
All about my money and my pockets getting heavy
W-W-Weak bitches always be so friendly
I ain't gon' stop until I'm riding in a Bentley
Or a nine eleven
Bitch, all dogs go to heaven
Stop tryna act up for attention
Instagram mentions
All up in the club for a section
Tell me is that how you deal with depression?
That shit is lame
That shit is childish
You should grow up cuz you wildin'
Me and my bros yeah we dialed in
We makin' that cash yeah we pile it
So fly that she think I'm a pilot
Bitch, I'm a star like Orion
Shoutout my brother, that's Ryan
I get to high when I'm flyin'
Uh
If you can't hear me I'm signing
They know my name I don't sign in
I had to get mine in
Looking for the silver lining
Hit like some thunder and lightning
Okay Dynasty
Imma need my tens per person
Like mic check, I didn't write yet
I'm still learning
I'm flourishing, without rehearsing
I got 'em thirsty
The worst thing that ever hurt me
Would never stop me from rocking
I hit the top and I blasted off through the roof
Cuz I never stop spitting in the booth
When the beef hits the grill, then you gotta let loose
Cuz when shit gets real, then you're gonna have to choose
(You gotta let loose, when shit gets real then you're gonna have to choose)
(Mic Check)
I roll a few grams
I count a few racks
I'm spending the bands
I'm making it back
P-P-Poppin' the percs
They numbin' the pain
I'm goin' insane
Thirty round clip clip
Blowin' your brains
Shooting long range
Like John Wayne
(L-Like John Wayne)
P-Purple in a cup
Purple in a blunt
Got a new whip, yeah I like to stunt
M-M-Making the money I make it advance
I'm rockin' the Vans, I popped a few Xans
I'm doin' it now, I cop a new Benz
I'm spending for my friends
Do it again and again
Bought it again, I bought it again
F*ckin' round with my friends
Writer: Matthew Fadul, Zach Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid