[Intro:]
Established in New York City
Girl you know where I met with

I'm up early in the morning
I got to get it
'Cause I got to get it
Yeah, I got to get it

[Verse 1:]
Oh, I'm up early in the morning all these n***as sleeping
Laid out, they're tired, they partied all weekend
All my n***as hungry and all these n***as eating
So now I'm taking shit, fuck feeling we're competing, what up?
Are you swagged out, watch when is Karl Bay
Leave a real fowl stain on the bowl Maints
N***as it's presence balled down no arms huggin
Approach me as the God which your palm's touching
N***as say I changed I say motherfuck em
You call me a home record I say she never loved them
A good blunt, good salad, thousand dollars in above it
Some bake city then give me a beat that I could fuck em
And then is really dinner time, n***a
So it ain't just to make Forbes I'm on my genuine
N***a watch me doing Karl Louis to the finish line n***a
Stone wash product I'm a vintage line n***a
And I don't need no hook for the shit
But if I did put a hook on the shit
And then probably go
[Chorus:]
Bow down no arms hugging
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Verse 2:]
Nowadays I get highs I wanna raise sleep hell slow
I get flies I wanna I'm a uptown n***a till I die so when I
I'm just cope something new to rejoy every summer
Hold up is father millzie church n***a, all prayers is due
Our birth n***as
A lot of n***as some of the hottest n***as
Most loved and hated for my style you must got it n***a
One man but I'm too raw
Push up on your bitch like my living room floor
My little slime out here chief keefin with this boys
And he'll let that hammer fly, eat your ass like dough
I wanted control of the town so I kill the flocks
My crew is not fucking around and I sing the chorus
But I just wanna say

[Chorus:]
Bow down no arms hugging
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Verse 3:]
Rest in peace star real n***as
You're riding to the N grip you ill n***a
European luggage form my travels
Hall through your hood like scavage
Hall through your hood like compressed plints and capsules
I'm like graffiti in bathrooms with bad fumes
Scully with the link bars, corner store shit
I'm on that Wu Tang and you want me, '94 shit
Yea, shout out to my wash tights n***as
Yea papi still got it, that's for life n***a
Solid gold under the ice, n***a
In front of the pizza shop, eatin a slice n***a
You could get a autograph or your jaw smashed
I drag you all over the road like a tour staff
I'm on that vintage Versace, Chanelle shit
I do my job and I do it well bitch
Fuck Evil Knievil, I can lay a verse and post a tweet while I'm getting head and that's why the L lit
Heavy whip flow, I make the scale flip
My lines need to be on some pile shit
[Interlude:]
When Millz speak the world darkens
And fly shit I rock it like hard it

[Chorus:]
Lil n***a bow down, no arms huggin
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Outro:]
Amen
Father Millzie
All praises due
Established in New York Cuty
Please, approach me with the God which your palm's touching