[Intro: Millyz]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)
You ain't put your life on the line for this, you don't deserve it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Millyz]
Smilin' while my diamonds hittin' 'cause I could've missed it
They just got my bro appealed, but he still stayin' out the midst
Skinny white boy with the muscle, point him out, I get him lifted
The breadwinner in my hood, my pockets empty every Christmas
Beat the odds and all statistics, you ain't get it, you ain't want enough (Nah)
Slidin' in this Ghost, fed investigations hauntin' us (Woah)
Bulletproof the Escalade, then Stizzy lift the console up
Hundred thousand cash, got it feelin' likе an armored truck
You know my shooter from Somalia, fly bitches out, LaGuardia
Wе got somethin' by the bouncer that'll tear this whole party up
Told 'em my schedule too hectic to go back and forth in texts
I'm flyin' back and forth to Texas, but I used to bag the extras
Got me prayin' for forgiveness, she love me for my litness
But if I ever fail, that bitch'll fall out with the quickness
I can't even kick it with these rappers, shit they sayin' soundin' scripted
Open scars I shouldn't pick with memories I can't revisit
'Til I'm thirty million liquid (Cash), I don't think I'll let a day slide
He was scared to take the state ride and now he play for they side
And he on the DA side, pointin' out alleged things
My youngin got a chrome heart, he out there lettin' metal ring
Wrap this scarf around my face, had to cross it for my faith (Yeah)
They tryna prove conspiracy 'cause I know every narco in the state
Alejandro in the Wraith, I really got it off of base
A quarter million on my flesh, I pray to God to keep me safe
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)
You ain't put your life on the line for this, you don't deserve it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Millyz]
Smilin' while my diamonds hittin' 'cause I could've missed it
They just got my bro appealed, but he still stayin' out the midst
Skinny white boy with the muscle, point him out, I get him lifted
The breadwinner in my hood, my pockets empty every Christmas
Beat the odds and all statistics, you ain't get it, you ain't want enough (Nah)
Slidin' in this Ghost, fed investigations hauntin' us (Woah)
Bulletproof the Escalade, then Stizzy lift the console up
Hundred thousand cash, got it feelin' likе an armored truck
You know my shooter from Somalia, fly bitches out, LaGuardia
Wе got somethin' by the bouncer that'll tear this whole party up
Told 'em my schedule too hectic to go back and forth in texts
I'm flyin' back and forth to Texas, but I used to bag the extras
Got me prayin' for forgiveness, she love me for my litness
But if I ever fail, that bitch'll fall out with the quickness
I can't even kick it with these rappers, shit they sayin' soundin' scripted
Open scars I shouldn't pick with memories I can't revisit
'Til I'm thirty million liquid (Cash), I don't think I'll let a day slide
He was scared to take the state ride and now he play for they side
And he on the DA side, pointin' out alleged things
My youngin got a chrome heart, he out there lettin' metal ring
Wrap this scarf around my face, had to cross it for my faith (Yeah)
They tryna prove conspiracy 'cause I know every narco in the state
Alejandro in the Wraith, I really got it off of base
A quarter million on my flesh, I pray to God to keep me safe
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