PSA

I saw the signs like a PSA, had to make moves so I needed space, been here a minute but never got nothing from working my ass off to see the pay, I just got tired of everything, I ain’t inspired by anything, I just might pop off and dip in hiatus that’s how bad I lost all my energy 
don’t think I have any enemies, but I got whole lotta frenemies, people can talk and some keep it pushin but don’t say a thing when they see my face, always stay moving or get replaced, cuz I feel the vibes and I’ve seen the snakes, I don’t let em bite me don’t care if they like me, I’d rather be me then be someone fake, kinda demented inside my head, don’t think I’ve meant every word I said? that’s kinda funny, don’t think you’re above me, just cuz i move different don’t get ahead, of yourself, cuz you might just get caught slipping, nowadays theres a whole lotta tripping
they only love you when it benefits, swear I’ve been peepin’ the deficit, they actin close just to get a hit, but vanish the moment you ever slip
I been alone in my own zone, turned pain to power in every poem, I don’t pretend, I don’t follow trends, I’d rather fall off than to play pretend, took all my Ls and I wore ’em well, turned all that doubt into something felt, scars on my back, and a heart intact, soul too deep for a shallow past, ain’t got time to compete or flex, just tryna live with a life that’s blessed
They talking big but still fold under pressure
I just stay grounded, don’t chase no acceptance
done being silent, I’m speakin’ up, tired of some being fake as fuck, If u move weird, then I cut the cord, I don’t lose sleep, I just move forward
Like shiiiiiiit
Way too many photo copies, I stay low this ain’t no hobby, every verse I write gets bodied, every song I make is popping, no that ain’t me being cocky, that’s just real, I do this properly, made this music shit my property, turned my flaws into my fuel, ain’t no gimmicks in my psyche, turned this rap shit to my meal, guess that’s why they call me mikey, I don’t fold when stakes get high, I stayed down, had to take my time, now I’m up, but I ain’t surprised, paid that price just to claim what’s mine, I don’t need no fake congrats, pat on the back, I just take my laps, run the track like I run the field, back in the wrap, couldn’t fake what’s real 

Shiiiiiiiiiiit 
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr (guess who’s back with a brand new-)

rap, trap, hip hop