For Millz (Dedication to My Brother)

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Before this beat drop, this song is dedicated to my brother Mills
Over the years, I had some locked up feelings that I never had a chance to
Vent to him or talk to him about. So, this song for you, bro
Damn

All right. It's for Mills. It's for Mills. I got you, bro
2014, what a tragedy. Lost my bro, it's like a half of me
Can't breathe, devastated news so I can't sleep
Crowd on the floor, can't take it no more. Unexpected death is unexpected

Mills understand you highly being respected. Change over time, the family feeling the pressure
Wrong conversations, steady teaching me lessons. Getting drunk without you, I'm fucking up
Like, who can I run to? Who can I talk to? Who can I call when I'm going through shit too
Fucking these hoes, man, who can I vent to? The press dying in my bed

Questioning God's gift. Should've took me instead
Floor became black, sky turned into red. Wish I was in that car before you left, homie
Shit, it ain't fair, homie. Wish you was here, homie
Steady dropping the ten, homie. I'm crying, for real

Frustrated, get mad like I turned sentient. Can't cope with death, so I'm still paying
Stuck in this shell, no hibernation. Five years, been strong, dedicated songs
Just learn when it's bad, can't get along. Now I'm speaking, seeing who's believing
Eddie still getting that bread, he ain't cheating. Jane's an artist, a beautiful, dope artist

Haven't heard from my boy, I caught all in. Parted, huh, life's sorta gotten better
Got a nephew, a niece, and a goddaughter. Reminiscing, me and Eddie reminiscing
All the time, girls at party, we ain't fishing. For me, back and forth, no demons
Shackles, battles, my nigga, I'm still bleeding. Certain days, I smile when I'm conceited for real

I get mad with niggas thinking I'm healed. Back, writing my paintings on the track
Wheezing, teasing, who can I believe in? I can tell you're good, you're good, bro
I can see you smile, I'm smiling, yo. I can see you lit, we got a gallon, bro
What more can I say when it's already said? Huh, that's a lot said

Doing myself, you know, fucking bitches, you feel me? Got me some little white girl, ain't that going crazy over me
But I ain't tripping over that. Huh, I know that
Yo, bro, you're out of line, though, but nah, it's nothing, my nigga. She got her man, you know, I'm just, I'm just, it's complicated
I'll tell you, I'll tell you another time in person, and definitely, I'm telling Jay, you're sending some hot beam

Alright, bet, bro
Send me a couple copies of the fly, cause you know me, I'ma send it out
Got you

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