Katori Walker - Millionaire lyrics

AEli: First off, this is to the haters Listeners who dissing us, FTO debaters My family and friends who're really only claiming Them actions that never really speak for what they're saying Saying's only speaking, speaking with your mouth is just communicating Communication means to let me know what you feel, on the real What's the deal? I'm tired of the faking And when you're not being fake don't say what might just offend me k? Cause' I've got a couple screws loose in my brain And I might just blow up any second "mane" I've got a good poke-oker face, don't be surprised when it takes A tole on me, any second "G", I'm a Gemini b**h, you might just see Another side of me that you people ain't never seen before I don't mean to be mean but yaw' treat me like I'm invisible Yaw' got it twisted though, I'm irre-si-sistible You people just don't know it yet, Ima' get to the top of the world You'll regret that you left, yaw' better Say something good, say something nice Cause' ever since you've been around My confidence died-died, if I had a dollar If I count it up right, for every time you shot me down Wouldn't be a thing I couldn't buy I'd me a millionaire x8 Katori Walker: Haters aiming at my heart when they see me Always coming up short, 3 feet I k** tracks, that's chalk on a CD You're a dog, I'm a shark, never feed me Take a bit out your heart, watch em' bleed weak I don't plan on stopping now cause' I'm knee deep Ain't nobody in my lane, leave the street free Coach put me in the game, watch me TD Always go the other way when I see you Plastic, probably "China Made" yea he's see through Only pa**ion when I spit for the people This a weapon God made and it's lethal Yea my cup, runneth over trying to stay sober Something like a brick of crack, hater's baking soda Yea I do it for my team, yea we taking over Round' here we real, no the fake is over The definition of spitting from lower living Is something that's real in him, the people, they don't get him They shoot and they don't hit him, too tall, you can't miss him Ha! Young man on a mission, Ive, got a hand full of wishes Never fit in, stand at a distance, uh, I'm just handling business I k**ed that and dismantle the witness, say something good Chorus J.Hurt: Millionaires boys club, growing up, laughed at, past that Doing me, never been a lab rat, never been a crash dummy Trying to take my pad from me, n***as get trampled, this is the preamble Just the beginning, I'm in it for first finish Fire and soul burning, I live my struggle, I'm learning I've loved, hated and "hurted" had unfair verdicts Fallen back, pushed forward and off track, I'm searching Trying to live righteous, a just, fair person Anybody know who the f** J.Hurt is? Used to wonder if they would believe me if I told them Now it's "FTO" take my hand or Ima' fold you Take me as I am, what I mean when I say that Young dude speaking true, works hard, slays raps Running out of gas, ambitions of a Maybach Coming up flat, bounce back, I don't play that Never ever settling, severing all foes I'm excelling on the edge, absorbing up all blows Woes getting thrown, I reflect like Serge Ibaka Chief Rocka, f**ing living on the verge Absurd with a noun and a verb, it's like herbs Elevate your mind, these n***as do not learn Student of the game, I'm coming, It's my turn Better be concerned, be selective with your words, better... Chorus