Bmf
Millz
Real stoner, smokin on opponents
I'm inhalin' it
I don't fuck around
Like a nigga out here celibate
Hustlin
I got what you need, you know I'm sellin' it
Pushin' it, tappin' out the profit like I'm wrestlin
Toppin' all my goals, never been the type to settle shit
Runnin shit, but passin all you niggas like I'm pedalin
Humblin' when niggas see me winnin', how upset they get
Lesson is, I was out here strugglin', needed a blessing quick
Hot shit, flamin' competition, bitch, I'm extra lit
Niggas always talk when they should listen, never catchin shit
Dog with my bitch, I throw this dick, she fetch and catch it quick
Huddle up and call a team play, she brought a extra bitch
Throw that ass back, no, I ain't givin' no more leeway
Add it up, I been countin' money since a teenage
Blowin' gas, thinkin' how to get it in a speedway
Super fast, ridin' with some shit up on the E-Way
Know that it's in me to make it BIG, just gotta keep faith
PAC of my city, I got the energy to be great
Play with it,
Promise that's gon' be yo biggest mistake
No stoppin me,
Tryna put my family in some E-State property
Taxin you niggas like it's monopoly
Seen it all before, just gotta make good on the prophecy
Prospering without realizing
Couldn't work, obviously
Had to take a step back
To really see what it gotta be
No more talkin' bout what I'ma do
I gotta show and prove
More money, more problems
Tryna solve it, got me goin ku
Ain't nobody ever give a fuck what I was goin' through
Tellin' lies directly to yo face, they love to hold the truth
Type to stab you in yo back, then cry up at yo funeral
Gotta watch yo crew
It be the ones who you was closest to
Can't explain this feelin', I just know what I'm supposed to do
Get the bag, then see how them people start approaching you
Stack it. invest and repeat
Workin' hard, ain't been to sleep
Antisocial, keep it brief
I been the key, just freed a beast
Somethin' like my uncle
Quick to shoot, mixed personalities
Or maybe I'm like Meech
The way I lead, and make em come wit me
Hail Mary, haunted dreams of me not livin' like a king
Slowly buildin' up my team, WuTang
cash rules, everything round me
Wasn't searchin' for this music shit, it really found me
Send yo ass up to heaven quick you try to down me, clown me
Millz gon' be straight, you know I'm takin' chances
Still standin', through whatever rain, God thought I could manage
Even when I wanted to panic, made the safest landing
Flyin' coast to coast if I plan it, takin' off to Saturn
Can't compare the sun and the moon,
Just gotta keep the balance
Seein' red like Mars in a coupe
I been a star when I shoot
Shots out the car, not at hoops
Might take it far, if I lose
Just know I did it for you
No more talkin' bout what I'ma do
I gotta show and prove
More money, more problems
Tryna solve it, got me goin ku
Ain't nobody ever give a fuck what I was goin' through
Tellin' lies directly to yo face, they love to hold the truth
Type to stab you in yo back, then cry up at yo funeral
Gotta watch yo crew
It be the ones who you was closest to
Can't explain this feelin', I just know what I'm supposed to do
Get the bag, then see how them people start approaching you
Nigga
Aye
Then see how them people start approaching you
Real stoner, smokin on opponents
I'm inhalin' it
I don't fuck around
Like a nigga out here celibate
Hustlin
I got what you need, you know I'm sellin' it
Pushin' it, tappin' out the profit like I'm wrestlin
Toppin' all my goals, never been the type to settle shit
Runnin shit, but passin all you niggas like I'm pedalin
Humblin' when niggas see me winnin', how upset they get
Lesson is, I was out here strugglin', needed a blessing quick
Hot shit, flamin' competition, bitch, I'm extra lit
Niggas always talk when they should listen, never catchin shit
Dog with my bitch, I throw this dick, she fetch and catch it quick
Huddle up and call a team play, she brought a extra bitch
Throw that ass back, no, I ain't givin' no more leeway
Add it up, I been countin' money since a teenage
Blowin' gas, thinkin' how to get it in a speedway
Super fast, ridin' with some shit up on the E-Way
Know that it's in me to make it BIG, just gotta keep faith
PAC of my city, I got the energy to be great
Play with it,
Promise that's gon' be yo biggest mistake
No stoppin me,
Tryna put my family in some E-State property
Taxin you niggas like it's monopoly
Seen it all before, just gotta make good on the prophecy
Prospering without realizing
Couldn't work, obviously
Had to take a step back
To really see what it gotta be
No more talkin' bout what I'ma do
I gotta show and prove
More money, more problems
Tryna solve it, got me goin ku
Ain't nobody ever give a fuck what I was goin' through
Tellin' lies directly to yo face, they love to hold the truth
Type to stab you in yo back, then cry up at yo funeral
Gotta watch yo crew
It be the ones who you was closest to
Can't explain this feelin', I just know what I'm supposed to do
Get the bag, then see how them people start approaching you
Stack it. invest and repeat
Workin' hard, ain't been to sleep
Antisocial, keep it brief
I been the key, just freed a beast
Somethin' like my uncle
Quick to shoot, mixed personalities
Or maybe I'm like Meech
The way I lead, and make em come wit me
Hail Mary, haunted dreams of me not livin' like a king
Slowly buildin' up my team, WuTang
cash rules, everything round me
Wasn't searchin' for this music shit, it really found me
Send yo ass up to heaven quick you try to down me, clown me
Millz gon' be straight, you know I'm takin' chances
Still standin', through whatever rain, God thought I could manage
Even when I wanted to panic, made the safest landing
Flyin' coast to coast if I plan it, takin' off to Saturn
Can't compare the sun and the moon,
Just gotta keep the balance
Seein' red like Mars in a coupe
I been a star when I shoot
Shots out the car, not at hoops
Might take it far, if I lose
Just know I did it for you
No more talkin' bout what I'ma do
I gotta show and prove
More money, more problems
Tryna solve it, got me goin ku
Ain't nobody ever give a fuck what I was goin' through
Tellin' lies directly to yo face, they love to hold the truth
Type to stab you in yo back, then cry up at yo funeral
Gotta watch yo crew
It be the ones who you was closest to
Can't explain this feelin', I just know what I'm supposed to do
Get the bag, then see how them people start approaching you
Nigga
Aye
Then see how them people start approaching you
Credits
Writer(s): Giammoda Miller Ii
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