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MIC CHECK

2:58Album BE MORE GRATEFUL 2026-01-30

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Description

Producer: Sean Da Firzt

Producer: Kayo the Wizard

Composer Lyricist, Producer: Dylan Hyde

Composer Lyricist, Producer: Leslie Johnson

Recording Engineer: Christopher “Coach Brodie” West

Mixing Engineer: DJ K.i.D

Mastering Engineer: Audio By Mel

A& R: Bella Smith

A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko

Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe

Composer Lyricist: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

Composer Lyricist: Anthony L Mosley

Composer Lyricist: Adam Gamble

Lyrics and translation

Original

This ain't e'en that type of song

You can put a movie on in they room for me? Yeah

That my daughters in the background enjoyin' they self, livin' they life, boy, they supposed to live they life, nam sayin'?

BE MORE GRATEFUL, the motherfuckin' album, man, I'm way more grateful, man

Creatin' this album done made me way more grateful, you nam I'm sayin'? Yeah, let's do it

I say, mic check, one, two

Knowin' that I'm demonstratin' every time I come through

Knowin' I'll beat a nigga up and got a gun too

Make a nigga show me somethin'

Prolly shoulda let it slide, but sorry, I can't go for nothin', none of that

You give my ass an inch, take 30 yards like I'm a runnin' back

I lift my shirt and lift this dirty rod, it ain't no comin' back

I feel like he a threat, I swear to God I'll make his mama cry

They try me, I'ma wave this bitch around like it's the Columbine

Sorry, ain't no pun intended

Prolly think I'm jokin' with ya, okay, you a funny nigga

Prolly had to walk away from niggas you had runnin' with ya

Like fuck a friend, I rather hold it down and get some money, nigga

Rather get the paper, baby

Grab her by her waist and kiss her face like, bae, let's make a baby

They say you gotta let the haters hate, them niggas hate DaBaby

And you know Baby love to pop it

And lately I been watchin' what I say 'cause I got daughters watchin'

Like a dawg that walked up out the lake, I shake them haters off me

I show 'em this shit in me, it ain't on me, you can't take it off me

I'm him and I can't help it, nigga

I kept it real and showed 'em all my flaws, that's why they felt a nigga

They make me hot, I burn 'em like a log, I'm tryna melt the nigga

Fuck with me, I'll whip him out his drawers, I put that belt to niggas

I get in here and paddle like a dawg, she Michael Phelps a nigga

Strugglin', I'm swimmin' in it

I'm tryna take my time when I'm inside, I'm catchin' feelings in it

On different type of time, a different vibe because I been that nigga

A carousel, he ever cross that line and I'ma spin a nigga

Ain't standin' on the morals he got now, I can't defend a nigga

Forgave you for that sucker shit you did, but didn't forget it, nigga

If we talkin' 'bout the times you helped him out then I got plenty, nigga

But never hear that shit come out my mouth 'cause I'm the realest nigga

I helped him then I helped him 'cause I love him, that's why I did it, nigga

And really coulda let these niggas suffer, but I'm bigger, nigga

My temper still get hotter than a oven, but I'm chillin' nigga

It's layers to me, dawg, I'm like an onion, gotta peel me, nigga

Quit playin', 'cause they all gon' say I'm wrong I come and kill a nigga

And still out here declinin' calls from broads that y'all got livin' with you

A masterpiece, the way that I been walkin' on this instrumental

I'm happily displayin' all my flaws while I'm still dealin' wit' 'em

It's blasphemy to act like nothin' wrong, 'cause I got plenty issues

And the master wouldn't've let me in the house 'cause I'm a nigga nigga, nigga

Yeah

I say, mic check, one, two

Knowin' that I'm demonstratin' every time I come through

Knowin' I'll beat a nigga up and got a gun too

Make a nigga show me somethin'

Prolly shoulda let it slide, but sorry, I can't go for nothin', none of that

You give my ass an inch, take 30 yards like I'm a runnin' back

I lift my shirt and lift this dirty rod, it ain't no comin' back

I feel like he a threat, I swear to God I'll make his mama cry

They try me, I'ma wave this bitch around like it's the Columbine

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