(Intro)
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I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on
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Fuck it
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Smoke something bitch
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(Verse)
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Ok I know these niggas think they swaggin right?
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But at the rate these niggas goin
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And the rate that I’m flowin
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I ain’t racin, I’m floatin on the track
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Double time, watch me lappin twice
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Killa’s career, email it to his after life
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They said they want that old Millz back
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So I brought that old Millz back
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Now your favorite ghost ain’t half as nice
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Niggas throwin darts like I don’t catch em
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And get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin
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This all rap til somebody stretchin
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Now our funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven
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You hear them horns nigga?
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Where I’m from you could die for talkin fowl
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And really be dead wrong nigga
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I run circles round these niggas
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All caught up in they emotions
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Put some skulks around these niggas
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Talkin bout bricks and ain’t no work around these niggas
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You’s a middle’s man middleman little man
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I don’t give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with
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And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitchin
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I be too high for fuckerie
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That’s why I pray to the Lord above
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He keep me far away from where you suckas be
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Ain’t nobody in this world gotta fuck with me
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I’m Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me
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Sound real ignorant, don’t I?
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But only judge what you see through your own eyes
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Medicated weed got me in a coma
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That nig got you low, I’m high, oh my
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They woke me up now he is back
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I had someone tell me I fell off
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Uh I needed that
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Millz
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(Outro)
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I had someone tell me I fell off
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Uh I needed that
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Word!
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DP2
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Vintage
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I’m out B
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The Walk Out
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| Jae Millz |
