[Intro: Mykael Quinntyn]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Big Quinn and Myke Q or O
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Mykael Quinntyn]
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
[Verse 1: Mykael Quinntyn]
Finally no silence when I have my presence known
All these rappers, all of them I own
He throws a temper tantrum even though he’s fully grown
If I don’t know you, Myke don’t answer the fuckin’ phone
I’m no terrorist but when I entered, hearing the alarms
To these bitches, seems I have the charm
Swingin’ back and forth, seems you have no arms
Finish you off with a quote and a firearm
Kiss my ass, never mind fuck yo lips
Multiple trophies, right now I got like 6
Her or his crazy ass, that I don’t need to fix
But at the same time, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique
Only time I have the big mouth is in the booth with energy
My boys told to forget about your enemies
But at the same time, they remember memories
The light of day you will never see
By the way, my enemies seem to act like they don’t remember me
[Chorus: Mykael Quinntyn]
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
[Verse 2: Y-Bone]
Watch out for my alter ego, Y-Bone
I’m killin’ all you rappers, also the fuckin’ tone
Have to kill the lookalikes, swear they is clones
Do not disturb, do not disturb
Fuck the love, all this respect I deserve
Wouldn't believe shit if it wasn't live action
They say, have you stopped the beef, said no I haven't
New York Saints, its a side hustle, not a passion
Gucci or Prada, either shit is endless fashion
My parents told me to plug me some batteries
Other than the fans, who's the one after me?
Chalino, Chalino, they fired at his batteries
I could make anyone look at me and then faint
Smoke a pound of the loudest just so he won’t ever complain
[Verse 3: Mykael Quinntyn]
Did the holy deed like Connor and Murphy, the boondocks saint
I feel like me and Big got a lot to paint
The boys got the biggest bitch, I copped the biggest Benz
Relationship, fuck you we can’t leave it as just friends
Unlike the jewelry store, I can find more gems
Unlike the old Mike, I can find more to spend
Me and Monica can’t be friends like Matt Perry
Bought an Iphone and left out the Blackberry
Lactose intolerant, can’t grow without dairy
Anyways, how did I become Mr. Popular
Can’t remember the time I became really popular
Had to zoom in from the bottom with some binoculars
Main, main character like Max Payne
I know you all children know my damn name
Rather listen to me than your damn name
Rebels with Myke’s music inside their brain
Damn!
[Chorus: Mykael Quinntyn]
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
Got my head on the clouds, whos number one
All of this good shit but look at what I’ve done
Fuck that hestating shit, already know that I have won
I don’t wanna hear your excuses
Karma got yo ass, you might as well lose it
[Outro: Mykael Quinntyn & Y-Bone]
You might as well lose it, uh, ay, you might as well lose it
You might as well lose it, ay, you might as well lose it
You might as well lose it, you might as well lose it
X and Y, axis, access to the club
Nothin’ boy, little bitch
