(Intro)
I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on
f** it
Smoke something b**h
(Verse)
Ok I know these n***as think they swaggin right?
But at the rate these n***as goin
And the rate that I’m flowin
I ain’t racin, I’m floatin on the track
Double time, watch me lappin twice
k**a’s career, email it to his after life
They said they want that old Millz back
So I brought that old Millz back
Now your favorite ghost ain’t half as nice
n***as throwin darts like I don’t catch em
And get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin
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This all rap til somebody stretchin
Now our funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven
You hear them horns n***a?
Where I’m from you could die for talkin fowl
And really be dead wrong n***a
I run circles round these n***as
All caught up in they emotions
Put some skulks around these n***as
Talkin bout bricks and ain’t no work around these n***as
You’s a middle’s man middleman little man
I don’t give two flyin f**s about your rap or who you with
And I am too fly to f** that bullsh** you call your b**hin
I be too high for f**erie
That’s why I pray to the Lord above
He keep me far away from where you s**as be
Ain’t nobody in this world gotta f** with me
I’m Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me
Sound real ignorant, don’t I?
But only judge what you see through your own eyes
Medicated weed got me in a coma
That nig got you low, I’m high, oh my
They woke me up now he is back
I had someone tell me I fell off
Uh I needed that
Millz
(Outro)
I had someone tell me I fell off
Uh I needed that
Word!
DP2
Vintage
I’m out B