[Hook: Michael Christmas]

We flowing like a river how it's pouring
Take two Aspirin in the morning
Turn it up, then where we going
We to 30 Rock
My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning
We going to 30 Rock
My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning, ugh

We flowing like a river how it's pouring
Take two Aspirin in the morning
Turn it up, then where we going
We to 30 Rock
My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning
We going to 30 Rock
My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning, ugh

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]

I'm filling a quota, the next up to blow
While these hipster ass hoes out here touching they toes
And you niggas sold out, that's a fact and you know it
Asleep in the trap, kiss my mom the next morning
I'm watching Full Metal Alchemist
While my niggas rolling up
If I could bring back the dead
I'd pull ODB to say what’s up
I let my hair get out of hand
To show these niggas they ain't touching me
Ain't flexing for these hoes in middle school
That wouldn't fuck with me
The top ain't really nothing
Heard your car was push the button
Let my niggas push that button
Either you walking or you running
Or catching the bus, we ain't giving a fuck
While I'm sipping a brew
They got lean in they cup
And my flow is tremendous
My dick you can suck
Now you mad cause you heard that Christmas is wassup, huh
And I ain't never been no fucking lick bitch
I spin disks like I'm Rik Smits
My nigga I'm all fucked up, in my head
Try to stay humble, that shit is dead
Niggas be cocky with no fucking talent
So now I'm just promised to get this bread
That 16 murdered your career, so we gon celebrate
My niggas get ready to mind freak, and levitate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: D-Note]

Two years ago was flat, that’s for a fact
I never thought that I’d be where I’m at
That negativity better fall back
No time for the chats
Killing these rappers in packs
You doubtin' my steeze
Don’t let me attack
You barely a G, I’m about three stacks
A fucking outcast, yeah, it be like that
Sacrifices and chances
I needed this shit you been taking for granted
Got God on my side you should probably panic
A major advantage
I’m so hip-hop that you barely can stand it
Fuck what you heard
They demanding that shit you been sleeping on
They said you won’t make it, keep dreaming on
Mike, let me lead ‘em on
Armed and dangerous
Ain’t too many can bang with us
Yo bitch still favor us
Got the game in a fatal clutch
Y’all better start raising up
Man, I pray to God that I never fail
Got a soul I ain’t tryin’ to sell
Rolling my Dutches, about to Rebel
If you don’t know me
You need to expel, shit
Ugh, my old friends said I changed
‘Cause I’m making change
All of the sudden they say that I’m lame
‘Cause I don’t hang
No bullshit up in my range
Only power circles and stock
Welcome to 30 Rock, huh