Energy by Mikey Lax. Lyrics
Hook:
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 1:
I gotta run the place
I take trip to the plug (ay)
I’m finna run on stage
Hit up the court with the dubs (ay)
Get the money rollin up
One tape, one run
Marathonin on some other shit
Droppin’ tapes, a couple months
I ain’t fuckin with them hoes
Fuckin on some grams
Roll up to the store
Drop a couple fuckin gs down
Penny-wise with the clowns
Better know I’m from the pound
No doubts no doubts
Mikey boutta ball out (hyuh)
Hook):
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 2:
I run a triplet better than half of these rappers that run it for days
They just been stuck in they ways, I’m in a different lane
I’m on a different plane, All of they lyrics is plain
You ain’t a g, you’s a lame, I’m boutta be big wit the fame
I been tryna find the wave, but I flew over it
I said fuck it, so I brewed up all this colder shit
They’ll go from talkin shit and throwin trash at me
And in a minute you gon see some mikey lax. type beats
Runnin man back since 7th grade
Back when I was sellin fuckin lemonade
I been always lookin at them Pearly Gates
Papa got me livin for the everyday
Hook:
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 3:
They runnin, faintin
Everybody’s faces painted
Lucy got me makin playlists
Trippin on some acid, basic
Nicky gotta green guitar pic
She know some rappers that’s famous
Ye knew a bitch that’s heartless
Trippie gonna make it to the A-List
Gonna be whippin the foreign
Just gimme a minute, the timing’s important
My bitch is, imported, my price is exorbitant
Not workin no more, but still whip the Accord
I’m finna sell out a tour
All of my energy’s pure
Imma be climbin the ropes
Till I’m ringin the bell or I can’t do no more
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 1:
I gotta run the place
I take trip to the plug (ay)
I’m finna run on stage
Hit up the court with the dubs (ay)
Get the money rollin up
One tape, one run
Marathonin on some other shit
Droppin’ tapes, a couple months
I ain’t fuckin with them hoes
Fuckin on some grams
Roll up to the store
Drop a couple fuckin gs down
Penny-wise with the clowns
Better know I’m from the pound
No doubts no doubts
Mikey boutta ball out (hyuh)
Hook):
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 2:
I run a triplet better than half of these rappers that run it for days
They just been stuck in they ways, I’m in a different lane
I’m on a different plane, All of they lyrics is plain
You ain’t a g, you’s a lame, I’m boutta be big wit the fame
I been tryna find the wave, but I flew over it
I said fuck it, so I brewed up all this colder shit
They’ll go from talkin shit and throwin trash at me
And in a minute you gon see some mikey lax. type beats
Runnin man back since 7th grade
Back when I was sellin fuckin lemonade
I been always lookin at them Pearly Gates
Papa got me livin for the everyday
Hook:
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
I got so much shit that’s still ahead of me
Homies askin what the fuck has gotten into me
They been tryna bleed out all my energy
I ain’t sober half the time, I gotta hit the j
Verse 3:
They runnin, faintin
Everybody’s faces painted
Lucy got me makin playlists
Trippin on some acid, basic
Nicky gotta green guitar pic
She know some rappers that’s famous
Ye knew a bitch that’s heartless
Trippie gonna make it to the A-List
Gonna be whippin the foreign
Just gimme a minute, the timing’s important
My bitch is, imported, my price is exorbitant
Not workin no more, but still whip the Accord
I’m finna sell out a tour
All of my energy’s pure
Imma be climbin the ropes
Till I’m ringin the bell or I can’t do no more