"Michael Blackson Skit 3" lyrics

[Michael Blackson & DJ Holiday:]
(Holiday season)
Sosa, motherfucker
Not Sammy Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa
Sammy Sosa is white, Chief Keef is black
That's my nigga
Shout out to his pretty little daughter
I'm glad that girl don't look like this nigga
But Chief Keef get more bitches than me
And I'm hating on this nigga right now
Fuck Chief Keef
I'ma fuck all your bitches and get 'em pregnant
And I'll change my name, you'll never find me ever again
I'll get surgery
I'll be light-skin with good hair, motherfuckers
Shout out to 2 Chainz
He got robbed, now he only got one chain
Shout out to that nigga Drake
Talkin' 'bout "bottom to the top"
Nigga, you grew up in a suburb
With a swimming pool and a housekeeper
You went from the top to the top, motherfucker
I grew up from the bottom to the top
I grew up in a dashiki from my grandfather
I wore the same shoes from kindergarten to high school
When that shit got too tight
My father cut out the front and made that shit sandals
That's bottom to the top
Shout out to that fat nigga Rick Ross
Talkin' 'bout, "These niggas can't hold me back"
Nothing can hold you back
You 400 pounds, motherfucker
I know what you said
Talkin' 'bout you "put a Molly in her drink. She didn't even know it"
I put a diet pill in your drink
And you didn't even know it, motherfucker