[Intro:]
I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on
Fuck it
Smoke something bitch

[Verse:]
Ok I know these n***as think they swaggin right?
But at the rate these n***as goin
And the rate that I'm flowin
I ain't racin, I'm floatin on the track
Double time, watch me lap em twice
Kill his career, email it to his after life
They said they want that old Millz back
So I brought that old Millz back
Now your favorite don't seem half as nice
N***as throwin darts like I don't catch em
Ain't get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin
It's all rap til somebody stretch em
Now its funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven
You hear them horns n***a?
Where I'm from you could die for talkin foul
And really be dead wrong n***a
I run circles round these n***as
All caught up in they emotions
Put some skirts around these n***as
Talkin bout bricks and ain't no work around these n***as
You's a middle's man middleman little man
I don't give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with
And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitch
And I be too high for fuckerie
That's why I pray to the Lord above
He keep me far away from where you suckas be
Ain't nobody in this world gotta fuck with me
I'm Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me
Sound real ignorant, don't I?
But only judge what you see through your own eyes
Medicated weed got me in a coma
That mid got you low, I'm high, oh my
They woke me up now he is back
I had someone tell me I fell off
Ouu I needed that
Millz
[Outro:]
I had someone tell me I fell off
Ouu I needed that
Word!
DP2
Vintage
I'm out B