Theories lyrics

[Hook]
They gunned my young boy down, Mike Brown
What if it were Mike White? like like like
Mike with the one glove
Mike still selling shoes, he ain’t showing love
They gunned my young boy down, Mike Brown
What if it were Mike White? like like like
Mike with the one glove
Mike still selling shoes, he ain’t showing love

[Verse 1]
Mike bite your ear off, take a year off
Wait, I done veered off, 'bout to take a quick trip to Saint Louis
We gone burn it to the ground and we ain’t moving
We looting, they shooting, we losing
Make a n*gga wanna straight make hate music
Tryna tell me be a leader, maybe help them see their way through it
What I’m s’posed to say, I got eight toolies

[Verse 2]
Went and got it out the mud, dry time praying that it flood
Young street n*gga with his faith and his plug
Now I’m buying up bandos, renovate them b*tches, tryna make me a dove
I don’t make music to be played in the clubs
Said it sounds like I’m sleeping, tryna wake a n*gga up
What you take a n*gga for? I wasn’t raised to give a f*ck
And I don’t owe nobody sh*t and I don’t think these n*ggas tough
One man army, never seen one man haunt me
Been jumped, dumped at, but I dump back
Change your background, dug through your little raps
Guess what, man we couldn’t find one fact
Theories