[Intro: Millyz & Charlie Sloth]
(Now it's time to rumble)
(Buckroll)
Woo, we about to create history right now, man
We gon' do it a little different this time, Charlie (Mm)
I ain't even come to rap, I came to talk (Woo)
RIP Mecca, RIP Rock, my grandma
Free Smokes, free Buddha
If you know you know
CMB, 617
Look

[Verse 1: Millyz]
On the verge of destruction
I stopped trappin', I'm off white like Virgil or som'n
Smilin' on the outside, beneath the surface I'm sufferin'
Barely speakin' to my family, I ain't heard from my cousins
Bro escapin' from the pain, he let the perkys become him
Tatted like my passport, they always search me in Customs
I know God got my life, and I put no one above Him
But I know the Devil want my soul, that's why this rifle is Russian
When I'm solo, I ain't solo
If you get it, you get it
It's HLR in every verse, and middle finger to critics
8 Series, but I used to hit them zings in a Civic
I pull up, double park wherever, fuck it, bring me the ticket
Sometime my mornings be the roughest, 'cause my nights be the longest
Voice in my mind keep remindin' me that this what I wanted
I watch the shit they do for clout, it make me sick to my stomach
Fannin' out when they in private, but they'll diss you in public, fuck it
When you hit your stride, can't nobody defect it
Came to terms with bein' hated, back-stabbed and neglected
'Cause some people off despite the fact time was invested
They'll walk over you if you goin' for what Gandhi accepted
Summertime with all my ice on, I'm caught in the hype
My jeweler sellin' us some stones and quadruple the price, right
I know I probably should be investin'
But, I could die any minute, that's why I ball every second, F-it
Just let the car peel, the product doin' cartwheels
They love me out in North Carolina, I'm like a Tar Heel
Look, I can't vibe with these rappers, they not at all real
Kickin' that street shit, the feds come and they gon' all squeal
Go on Instagram, they already tellin'
Them people told 'em sign a statement and he already spellin'
He was a good kid, social media made him a felon
Thought it was cool to have opps, but ain't no money in drillin', really
Unless you drillin' for oil
The gentrifiers couldn't fathom what was built from the soil
They stripped the soul out my city, but, I'm still comin' back
Negativity in Mass, it's hard to leave 'em attached
Smokin' less but I just told Ceize to leave me a scrap
Some people only respect violence and they need to be whacked
I'm out in Jersey, lately, feelin' like I'm Blanco Soprano
With a wife like Carmella, paint the Bentley all yella
I did a show in Colorado, that shit opened my eyes
That you can do it independent, the majors feeding you lies
Miscommunications, had some great people defied
It even happened with my squad, that's what the Devil contrived
Yeah, and I got problems I can't speak about
I lost some people that I thought I couldn't breathe without
[Interlude: Millyz]
I got problems I can't speak about
I lost some people that I—
Look

[Verse 2: Millyz]
Molly mimosas
Early mornin' when we parlay with toasters
I just left ten-thousand singles on the floor
But, was it Follies or Strokers?
I can't remember, 'cause it been harder to focus
I pray to God when I'm hopeless
Never do 'em how they did me, I'm too pure for that
You know the envy's a disease, go find a cure for that
You know that when you cross that road, it ain't no turnin' back
You know I grabbed them Bentley keys, and then I'm swervin' that
Don't screw your face up, we check temperatures like thermostats
Lurkin', black, shit, I'd be doin' life if I ain't learn to rap (He's on fire)
Put that on my soul that I was tryna take one
But I had a different obligation
Cornballs joke in my comments, call me Malibu's Most Wanted
Ironic, because a house in Malibu, that's what I wanted
When I post up in the trenches fiends would drive through like Sonic
I risked my life to make it happen, had to go through the gauntlet
Crack your egg and turn your mind to a omelette, just bein' honest
I might take a trip to St. Tro[pez], Lambo' color Hpnotiq
That new Range Rov' was cool, but, shit, the Cullinan got it
Gotta keep your integrity, 'cause you'd be nothin' without it
Look, industry over-crowded, rappers be bluffin'
If you put no one in position, then you braggin' for nothin'
I put my city on my back when y'all was actually frontin'
The flow age better with time, this shit like Benjamin Button
Look, my tennis shoes designer
Sendin' you reminders that I don't fear none of you rappers
I consider you vaginas
Hibachi with the Glocky, turn your fitted Benihanas
Bitch, I'm global with this music, I got fans out in Ghana, yeah
Keep it a buck with me, you know you should've stuck with me
You know that I made all this shit happen and it wasn't luck for me
I said I'd make it rappin', must've had a lack of trust in me
Left me at my lowest, now you see shit goin' up for me
That's life, though
[Outro: Millyz & Charlie Sloth]
Told you I ain't come to rap, I came to talk, Charlie
Wow, [?]
Woo
(Perfect)
One take