Still Better Than You - Mickey Factz

Factz, the inventor of the quill era

Created Mause so now I want real chedda

In 20−10 I said I’m better than you

Because I was ill tempered, Ocean’s 11, still better

Bronx dude with a monster view

Living clean spending green like a blanca move

Y-3 Honda shoes that’s lavish style

I’m just here standing out like Danny Brown

Japanese kicks, no jiu jitsu

My pen mightier than the sword, Yoshimitsu

Baggin' freaks for my satin sheets

Macaulay Culkin, once we home alone I’ma slap a cheek

I had the beat no marriage like LeBron so since she ain’t get a ring

Now she can’t stand the heat

Sad story for the shorty, lock the lion in if you want shit to get gory

I’m still better

Now, if you performed and somebody get in your way on the way out,

you give them a haircut and sit them on the sidewalk

My old shorty wrote a book about me, shit is cool

But she old so I let my ex-pendable

Backstage girls yelling at the entrance gate

Let us next to a G like F and H

Prince in New York I’m a Casanova

I had a vision of Biggie smoking on marijuana

He said vanity got you shoulders acting boulders

Since you wanna be the prince, I’ll put the apple on ya

I’m from a town where the guns blaow

And if you heard a buckshot, duck down

Tragedy in sight, the streets is like all the women I fuck

I never held a ratchet in my life

5 mill on YouTube, you know it’s quite true

PBS is possible when the view is like you

Superhuman IQ, what’s up shorty

Mario and Liugi couldn’t give one up on me

Factz

I don’t understand it, because if it’s somebody that’s supposed to be from the

jungle, in the jungle you’re going to lock the lions out, you let the lions in,

and lock em in