Millions (feat. Yictitan)
EJ
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Music my passion, I just happened to be that good at rapping I got talons, I’m a dragon Competition only thing I’m attacking Hold on to your heads Cause they talk it off when it comes to the capping Hats off to the cats off in the cabin, I’m the captain Let me drive the boat I’m the X on the map and the pirates know That I’m treasure, with a microphone Know I got that bullshit that sent Michael home But no pressure, I’m an adolescent Your racks might stack if I add a lesson I’d rather not but I have a question Y’all really counting me out Sesame Street for the kids who don’t know how to properly count (Woah) I had to stay on my feet but them niggas kept knocking me down (Woah aye) Niggas tried locking me out Thinking outside of the box, I ain’t talking a bout Nigga I hail from the south We know where you stay and if niggas they talk Take the tongue out his mouth I’m T’challa, I’m coming for collars So please do not holler when I get to blacking on niggas Scary like Thanos and I got the glove So don’t be surprised when I’m snapping on niggas I might just get rid of half of you niggas Best rapper out of the avenue nigga Spent the whole afternoon with a lil baddie who probably gone come to you afterwards Nigga It’s crazy how we came up Pull up on a nigga with that thang tucked All my niggas dangerous We don’t give no fucks bout being famous Ima pop my shit, clean when I’m pulling up Niggas really need some Listerine cause they talk too much And she love the way my wrist bling, she can’t get enough And my life is on the big screen when you pull it up Y’all must’ve forgot But this what I do So hold the applause Until I get through Como estas Shout out my Spanish boo Consume a rapper like a cannibal Then I hit a nigga in the mandible I’m just tryna make em make em wake up I’m the batter boy get your cake up That’s a good pitch like an A+ But I got a bat in my waist tucked I’m Bo Jack with the home runs Jack, rob with a blow gun In the end, you 0-1 Your new shorty my old one And I’m fed up like a newborn Niggas ain’t hot just lukewarm And I pulled up in a coupe, foreign, with the roof gone That was two proms in a row I’m from the 770 And shoutout the people that voted me king Now niggas call me the GOAT Call me whatever you like But don’t call me whenever you want I never been the type to answer the phone I only answer to God so don’t ask if I’ll get on your song Hell nah nigga, move it along And I promise we here to stay until the party’s done But when the party’s over, we popping trunks And niggas popping mollys I’m dropping bombs So don’t play with E cause he not the one It’s crazy how we came up Pull up on a nigga with that thang tucked All my niggas dangerous We don’t give no fucks bout being famous Ima pop my shit, clean when I’m pulling up Niggas really need some Listerine cause they talk too much And she love the way my wrist bling, she can’t get enough And my life is on the big screen when you pull it up
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