Millennium Falcon

Yeah, yeah

Ain't no tellin' where the ceiling is, take a sec to reminisce
I learned everything, from the beats to the way I mix
Nowadays, they eye tricks, selling brands to make a biz
Ruining everything, corporate cleats stomping, never miss

Never take a moment, I just hope they gonna recognize
I make all my shit, flying solo, never capsize, yeah
Millennium flow, want longevity
I'm focused with my game, and my vision like some falcon eyes

A circus in this monetary maze, but I'm Pennywise
I was underwater, now I'm swimming, fuck a baptize
I just had to shift with the aim, how I revise
I was tryna slaughter, now I'm grinning through the disguise

Yeah, slip through the D-line, in due time
A motherfucker make it never had to stamp a co-sign
They really wanna ask one to ten, told 'em see nine
'Cause you know that I shroud what I think, that's by design

Yeah, so I've been fake humble, ten in my mind
But it's nine I don't say, mumble
Lie where it fits, but my character don't trip, stumble
If I see you shit on my name, that's a prefrontal issue

Better get that memory in check before I check you
Said you got the sauce, bitch, ain't even seen the menu
You been tryna wipe away the sins, have a tissue
Obsession with the past means a future won't rescue

I'm over they heads, and writing raps off a pen
I'm hungry as fuck, my feet in sand, like it's Lent
I'm really out here penny-pinching where the money's spent
I'm really out here selling shit on eBay for the rent

So I can afford the four seconds of my album
Promote and repost, a weak weapon, with no outcome
Said I'm independent, shit, I'm working for the algorithm
It's all an aphorism

That this whole game is a fucking contradiction
Busting my for the traction, at expense of eviction
Conscious of the output, need to multiply emissions
I'm over checking words and the SEO description

Ain't no one deserves, but myself, these decisions
CEO I trust, but it's giving me division
Is my focus rappin', or am I a politician?
I had to readjust, still the center composition

'Cause I ain't tryna punch with a hollow uppercut
You stuntin' somethin' sorrow, but it's only for the month
You huntin' something borrowed, but I know you fit a front
I feel the pressure crunch
On the time I got to do something before I find a grave, bitch

I got two faces
Hard work and talent, that's my fucking application
You ain't really feel that, you a fuckin' quotation
Go learn how to think for yourself before you say shit