FOR REAL

Let my demon out
Aint no holy aint no god
My name is mill
I do any for the thrill
I do any for the bill
Residue just like the plaque
For real yeah for real
All my homie they all good
For real yeah for real
Aint no bitches i pursue
For real yeah for real

Back to attack now im back with the gat
Im back with a pack two decks with no hat
Im black with a tec, i follow the track
I shoot all the ped, i checkin the head
Buckshot, they do not want him back
Yeah i shop, on everything u sell
I swap the tale, king of the hell
Fuck what you tell, i-aint believe it
The bitches wanna take my life
I guess my album hit it
The only one i trust is her, but i guess she just leave it
The money on my sight always makes me wanna take it, i take it

Let my demon out
Aint no holy aint no god
My name is mill
I do any for the thrill
I do any for the bill
Residue just like the plaque
For real yeah for real
All my homie they all good
For real yeah for real
Aint no bitches i pursue
For real yeah for real

Dress out, i keep my class up
Put my name inna title people came out
They wanna hear me out
So i spit the fire off my mouth like for real

I don't give fuck bout them
Dont give a fuck no i dont give a damn like
Post on a gram, they all so shitty
Post on a gram, yall bitch so silly
Style so hype, just call me millie
No pain no gain in my vain, oh really
2 chains on my neck, diamonds all ice
Sleeve full leather, don't look the price
Kick brand new, no chili but spice
Pants so skinny i like them tights (uh)

Sally VW, Louis V, what a view
Man wanna be like drake, nike on check
And i hop in that skat, chased by police
It aint no turning back, im still on jet lag
My homie done bad, but i really wanna do some
Even though, that i know, i don't really wanna do wrong
Gone bad everytime, i don't really wanna do wrong
Bad habits, i just really be a man son
Jameson, damn alcohol make em dance son

Hands on
Sense on
And i hit it like a bam bom
Tense on
Mask on
Put a ten on me
Put a pen for me
Put the blame on me
Im just trynna get my chance on
Game's on
Fuck em all i'm on street
Show no smiles i don't show teeth
Bottle where i do the sip
I been movin me some feets
Move like wind y'all doin mid
Like occasion im so VIP
All my words, yeah i can keep (trust)
Do my promise, what's the price? (stop beat)
If i love you, fuck the size
So honest, can't take the lies
Aint no bs, aint no lays
Im so full, can't minimize
Y'all been falsefied, i live life you roll the dice like

Random yo' life, i doin my five
Three guns in box, twelve down onna roads
Fuck myself, aint doin no swipes
Black tint for the whip all clean aint cheap
Bitch play snitch, but im better than whoever
Sherlock in my bloods, me way better than you ever
It's a westside gang yea we goin out forever
It's a mill west's gang im way too clever

Let my demon out
Aint no holy aint no god
My name is mill
I do any for the thrill
I do any for the bill
Residue just like the plaque
For real yeah for real
All my homie they all good
For real yeah for real
Aint no bitches i pursue
For real yeah for real