2Milli Soulja Boy

[Intro]
I always knew one day I would become the best rapper
I just want to thank all my fans, I dedicate this to you
I call it "2 Milli"

[Verse 1]
I did what I wanted, niggas did what they could
A lion wouldn’t cheat but a Tiger would
I only keep real niggas in my stable
A million dollar chain, I’m feeling like Gucci’s label
So icey I really don’t care
Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square
Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches
I’m getting money out the tree y’all niggas getting switches
Similar to Nas, I need a mic though
Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do
They pass me the game like Tom Brady
These rappers chances looking slim just like Shady

[Interlude]
Let me just take a brief intermission
I'm comin' right back at you with more bars than a motherfuckin' prison
Thank you, man, for following me, twitter.com/souljaboytellem
Two million followers, I love all my fans, let me eat these bitches

[Verse 2]
Niggas locked behind my bars I'm taking out prisoners
Sit back relax receiving my residual
Think this song is dope shit wait 'til you see the visual
Please brace yourself this shit about to get critical
Let it be known I got rappers on my hit list
I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas
Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick
I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch
Since day one man your boy been the truth
Broke so many records like I’m in the glass booth
Like I’m in the glass studio breaking out barriers
Back when crime mob was screaming Ellenwood Area
Nigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be
I’m screaming I’m the best till these rappers kill me
Make the people feel me like the blind men do
On your girl, head so much, like her favourite shampoo
I’m travelling where I want, soulja’s vacation
My mind is so free, emancipation proclamation
I'm so hot, haters evaporating
Six bitches on my dick I’m elimidating
I'm high every friday, just like Smokey
I’m spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke
Hit stick with the flow just like Madden
I’m so high on my carpet, feeling like Aladdin
I spit hot flames, bitch, just like a dragon
And my pants saggin'
Spell it backwards, niggas
Niggas get heated when they see the coupe on
I dont give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on
I’ma keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me
Im cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe
You ain't gotta like me just please respect it
Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it
Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres
I’ma keep spitting til they crown me the best
The rap games a mess, let me clean it up
Its a pigsty they going ham give it up