You don’t know about me, Mike fuckin’ Cali comin’ straight up out the S.F.C., I’m a motherfuckin’ G and I stand on that proudly. Reckin’ any motherfucker that wanna test me, I bleed concrete from the block to the booth, engine in the street. On my flow I go hard, no brakes just steel, instrumental, beatbox, any rhythm any feel. I’ll float over they song on the radio cool and calm, then murder they vibe slow like twistin’ off a bomb. I go harder than they ever could, truth be told, they can’t even please they girl on a good night at home. Shrimp-limp energy, I’m laughin’ while I sip, I’m the big-body Cadillac, they the lil’ broke whip. I’m just slowly mobbin’, candy paint droppin’, gold rope swingin’ when the bass keep knockin’. City lights glow when I slide down streets, whole Bay know the temperature rise when I speak. From the Sco to the O I’m respected and feared, real gangsters in the back nod they head when they hear. I’m a giant, I stand tall, ten toes never fall, game in my chest and my mind on call. Every bar that I spit feel heavy on the frame, chrome bumper draggin’ while I’m swervin’ in my lane. I don’t race, I just pace, let the money stack slow, let a hater talk slick, they ain’t stoppin’ my glow. If you ever cross lines better pray you don’t slip, I stay quiet but I still don’t trip. I level up silent while you fumble your clique, boss by design, never fluke, never trick. Lessons I learned put a blade in my teeth, now I cut through lies when I talk on a beat. I’m that Bay Area baby with trunk-rattle soul, old school game with a new school role. Slow talk, deep tone like B-Legit on the phone, or Bun B in the slab when he’s slidin’ back home. Got that Yukmouth edge when I bite on a track, whole crowd lean forward when they hear me snap. You don’t know about me, better check that quick, S.F.C. to the world, I’m the one they don’t skip. If my name ring out know it came from the grind, from cold nights sufferin’ to the days I shine. I’m Mike fuckin’ Cali, that’s the stamp I fit, steppin’ through the mud ‘til I turn to a king with grit. Every day I wake up it’s the same old script, ride for the dream or die broke in the mix. Move like a king but I pray like a man, circle real small and my future in my hands. If they ever doubt mine let ’em watch from the side, I’ll be slow-roll mobbin’ in that Cadillac glide. Steel nerves, stone face, with a God-given gift, turn pain into power every time that I spit. From the gutter to the gold it’s a long-ass road, but I carry every scar like a jewel I hold. I’m a problem, a force, a whole life shift, and this game gonna remember how I talk my shit. I keep movin’ with purpose, never stall in the cold, every setback a lesson and a story retold. When the city gets dark I still shine on my own, built a throne out the struggle, made the pavement my home. So when you speak on my name better use it with weight, I rose from the bottom with a destiny great, walkin’ through the fire while you stand at the gate..
