Scriptures Millyz (Ft. Berner)

[Chorus: Millyz]
40 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
40 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures

[Verse 1: Millyz]
Keep it a hundred with you, I done had some money issues
And still broke bread, knowin' I barely had the crumb to give you
I caught that case from my dog when they rushed the spitter
You can't lеarn to be real, you gotta be fuckin' in it
Somеtime the hate's around the corner and the love can trick you
Sometime this life will knock you off course, you must contend it
Brody pass the pole before we touch the venue
Ridin' with some big shit, let a gun the size of musket hit you
I feel like young Marshall in the trenches
Duckin' from the D's in 12, we got pistols with extensions
Remember slidin' in the center, now this car got an emblem
Spirit of ecstasy on the rolls, poppin' X with my grandmas
I'm geek, me and Chop Black strapped to Cervantes
Nipsey told me that he fucked with me down in Atlanta
Remember baggies on the table and the trap with the skin
I brought the chip back to my city, this Cuban chain like a band