Chorus Oh, oh, oh, lord! Why do they keep pushing me (2x) Oh, oh, oh lord Maybe they want to die! Somebody wants to die!
VERSE 1 (M.I) They call me M.I Abaga J town rapper Jesse Jagga broda You can’t do me nada! 2009 M.I rocking at the MAMAs You can buy my cd and rock it with your mama Me don’t want no drama! I’m learning to ignore shit Nobody comes close Is sorta like an orphan Yes they a little fly M.I is an orbit! Making more green than an orchard Fork it! M.I Abaga, go check my data my cd come boom shaka laka Alaba I’ve been on tour They never Cross River like Calabar The only way you cold is your careers like cadaver Don’t even bother Beneath us like Rafa Kickin soccer proper like Kaka Rule over the game Sepp Blatter Chocolate city scatter My berry very sweet, plus I’m black! (Chorus)
(M.I) Yo, ladies and gentlemen, Ice. Prince.
VERSE 2 (ICE PRINCE ZAMANI) Yo, I’m Ice Prince Zamani J-town’s granny Coming out fresh In my Giorgio Armani Used to be broke a*s, couldn’t get a penny But now I’m in the house Cleaning out like a nanny Zoom like a vespa Sweet like nectar I’m not saying I’m the best But I’m closer than the rest homey and grinding defining I was j town’s number 1 before M-spoke signed me Me now I’m Hector Key to the label Imagine all my cream Add p to the table They wonder why I’m on this Dumb a*s question A little bit of me Be the key to ignition Don’t even bother You ain’t spittin’ proper I’m in the top 10 And my single never dropa I’m the mother sucker Star lyrics like a lager (Store lyrics like a locker) I bomba klak a mic Like a rocker Blah! (CHORUS) VERSE 3 (M.I) They messing with Chocolate City’s logo these niggas want promo they standing way too close they so homo they need to clean up their flow they need omo I make money, money’s my motto Yes I do eat beef, but right now I’m fasting! You don’t even want it anyway Why you actin’? Niggas want drama, I’mma holla when I’m casting I’m ever green, ever ready, ever lasting M.I.2 anticipated like detox I never falls I stay on my feet like Reebok competition distant I’m run like they see cops M.I, Jags, Ice flier than three hawks and I’m so hip hop I’m like a beat box Y’all haters are chicken Y’all are peacocks Sweet rappers y’all about to get peeled off I talk a hard game They really feel soft This is real talk I had to restart And now I’m back from there To make their knees knock I’m the a b c And y’all even d blocks I’m the bars, I’m the chain, I must be loved I’m seeing open doors, promoting tours Closing bars smoking four fours While y’all grabbing open doors Hate on my style hate on my flow hate on my vocal cords You setting a bad man loose Like they open doors I know life is a b**ch And I’m a loco yours I’m dating smoking broads You driving broken cars Y’alla niggas buying lines and poaching bars Coming at me is the only way that you’ll ever approach a star m.i finito never be an equal never be a sequel such a huge ego and I will never crash I’m no Sosoliso I got Chocolate city to handle my legal I’m a plane, I’m a rocket, I’m an eagle and it’s plain how I rock the dessert eagle It’s what I call my microphone It’s so evil How could sound bite from murdering people How can you ever try to fight with Steven Seagal I’m in the throne room, you’re starring through the peephole And I’m so Rick Ross the boss like Hugo I’ve got that new flow I’m like a blue fro?? I’m on your mind it’s so unusual you know I’ll let the rest know I’m the threshold The fresh bro The S.O, f l y f .Y.I best know Uh huh, you can’t stop me