Martyrs (Freestyle) - Mikey, Ryler Smith

We do not barter we take cuts like barbers

(Y'all dont hear me)

We do not barter we take cuts like barbers

Swish

Rappers they feeling so miserable

Im under boats like a barnacule

Im driving up to the pinnacle

Finna go

Finna go

Finna go to the top

I ain’t gon slip ain’t gon stop

I get the bag till I drop

I live this shit I’m hip hop

Plot, yeah

They want the real product

Called my man up, and then we brought it

They say they want the real

But what’s really real when you ain’t real?

Might not see how far these stones get thrown

But at least them hoes love my cologne

Expats at the Expo

Worth my net grow

Uh, yeah

I brought the retro

Flair

That was back in the days

A nigga just started out

Writing these bars was what it was all about

Might be a star, or else I just tour the route

I dont compare my skills

This life too full of thrills

But how you gon pay your bills?

We do not barter we take cuts like barbers

(Y'all don’t hear me)

We do not barter we take cuts like barbers

My son I am your father

This sport turned me into a martyr

Got me feeling like Im Coach Carter

Might just cover my face scar up

Ski Mask all black Im rocking Carhartt

Yeah

See I might just fuck around and have a kid

I might just fuck around and throw a fit

I might jus fuck up my life for this thing

Was a stubborn kid with no routine

I used to fuck around and hit on bitches

Those were couple years with nothing gained

Shorty would fuck around and catch a fade

Shorty would fuck around and make a name

Till I am forty, I keep it the same

This is a story in making, I’m sayin

Im a King, plenty rappers

Cling heavy to a dream

Twenty years clean

Being petty ain’t finna

Get you that far

Yeah I been plenty places

Yeah I’ve been many faces

Fuck the chit chat and pillow talk

Yeah

Yeah

Uh

Uh

Uh

Ayo

Smuggle the jewels out the blue harbor

Me and my niggas we the forefathers

Rappers been shot down

The game been hostile

I made 3 albums during lock down

Yuh

Young nigga ego was into East Coast

Plenty competitors I tried to beat those

Used to rap doubles

But now he speak slow

Mikey sent like a hundreds beats though

You ain’t rapper you a modern freak show

They bought your soul like their name Mephisto

You gotta hustle is what the least know

Stones at Heathrow