Birkin Bag (Milk!)

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Jo Saza

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A mill on my mind, counting benji’s in my sleep
That summertime grind like a sweater in the heat
Do a swanton bomb bet these fucker’s Rest In Peace
A penny for your thoughts, that’s the remedy for me
$75 a verse but my words was never cheap
I know it sound absurd but I’m searching for cheese
Could never be a rat though I’m that dirty, sheesh
Could never be a bird, but I’m that early
Getting to bags
Birkin
Money’s the root of all evil
Never thought It would be Ben of all people
I say I’m better than the Benjamin that’s in my hand
But I learned the truth fast is we all equal
And still bomb the seeds of the trees that we bleed through
A blackberry with a green thumb, this trigger squeeze too
Strange fruit
These niggas bang too
Though we don’t mean to
Hang cool or cracker’s hang you on an angle
My niggas Angels
That’s a not a metaphor
I lay low and stray from halo’s
Ain’t nothing better boy than facials
What Blunts were made for I roll the biggest one
This one for my nigga’s in the game word to Benji-mon
Pentagon, 5 head demon with the extra one
Set it off like a pyramid scheme, behead it all
Then set it a flame
If nigga’s really trynna fucking with my name
Don’t care if it’s debit or credit
just pay the price ya nigga’s bet up on, It’s settled on
Shoutout my nigga M.O.E
We done rose, upper echelon
Glory to my pen and my idols out of the renaissance
Moral of the story
these nigga’s is bitch made
Damn they need Milk
Milk
Milk
Milk
You fucking with the team, these hooligan hitters aiming for the Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Stacks on stacks from this rap
Cause I have to pay bills,
Bills
Bills
Bills
Quarantine mode till I’m gone
Swear to God I’m too ill
Ill
Ill
Ill
So really nigga tell me what's the deal 'fore a nigga-
Nigga’s wonder why I’m charging for a verse
It’s cause living ain’t cheap, nigga I been through the dirt
And your best shit still ain’t even better than my worse
Why you questioning my worth?
Nigga I’m so hot I died twice, that’s a first f*ck
Oh you nigga’s hurt much?
I been talking to God ain’t even go to church much
Grandma told me that what’s stopped me from being special
I was trynna get to heaven
but way closer to the devil cause this rap music
A street nigga’s influence
You see around the age of nine a nigga lost his innocence
That’s cold blooded murder & I was next up in line
See tell the truth momma, I really got saved by the rhymes
Picked up the paper, A nigga turned it to paper and shine
They think I’m devilish but I know my God made me divine
F*ck it I could really take these nigga’s on at a time
Or I could hit them all at once I call that bitch Columbine
Damn they need Milk
Milk
Milk
Milk
You fucking with the team, these hooligan hitters aiming for the Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Stacks on stacks from this rap
Cause I have to pay bills,
Bills
Bills
Bills
Quarantine mode till I’m gone
Swear to God I’m too ill
Ill
Ill
Ill
So really nigga tell me what's the deal 'fore a nigga-
A mill on my mind, counting benji’s in my sleep
That summertime grind like a sweater in the heat
Do a swanton bomb bet these fucker’s Rest In Peace
A penny for your thoughts, that’s the remedy for me
$75 a verse but my words was never cheap
I know it sound absurd but I’m searching for cheese
Could never be a rat though I’m that dirty, sheesh
Could never be a bird, but I’m that early
Getting to bags
Birkin

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