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It looks as pretty in the rain as in the sun (Mill Valley)
And there's a mountain that belongs to everyone (Mill Valley)
And there are creeks that
We getting paid for real
Its We All In! Gang for real
We All In! Gang for real
Niggas ain't came to chill
Im grinding to make me a Mill
Its We All In!
Quarter mill hundred
100 mill
Fuck it keep coming
(Keep it coming)
She say we forever
Hope she never switch the button
(Don't Switch the button)
She
Okay, quick foreword
I, uh, lost the original beat to this song because I lost all the files in my SSD but
I found this beat and it's even better
what it feel like
I just think a mill would make me feel nice
Hold up hold up i juh wonder what it feel like
I juh wanna mill it only feel right
I'm
Not trying to do any crimes
Not trying to prove all my rhymes
Now I know you got me
And I know you've got an enemy
It's behind the barrier, okay
to cop a quick feel
I'm just tryna run it up tryna make a quick mill
A quick mill A quick mill
They ont see my kind so when they meet me Issa a big deal
list them, grist them, raise our fist in spite of them
When all we're really being asked to do is listen
The history's grim though, listening
Is a burden
Rather Chill On Da Mill Before I Waste It Bra
Big House On The Hill Pick Ya Faces Up
Reson Being These Niggas Dont Play With Us
All Real In The Field
my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told
2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my
the way Uptown
Aye, aye (Say what)
All the way Uptown (Aye, aye)
Uh, look, uh-huh
Why you flexin' like you got it
This no normal pocket rocket (Naw)
I'm
Half a mill in 8 months ain't no kid shit
Half a mill in 8 months ain't no kid shit
Half a mill in 8 months ain't no kid shit
Expenses that handle
clean
My other one didn't everyday it's rip
Fuck
What's ya life like
Live for the limelight
Me i'm tryna make a couple mill in my zeitgeist
Break bread
tightly gripped as it constricted
traveling a trip where all the patterns were elliptic
it's a version, grist was finely sifted as into pigpens
shoot
I've been feelin' all the suicidal mission
Rats Did I mention that I burned myself and cut
Myself under a grist valve? I've been tryna feel better but it
a mill
Imma run it up
Run it up
Run it up
My hard drive worth a mill
Imma run it up
HDD worth a couple mill
I spent all my time
On this shit i built
I
on its way
This mist, carousing off the Thames
Its sallow tendrils bend
The will of many men
To morbid fascination
How the full asylums howl
With
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
or clean
We can fold it like laundry
Or wash it like dishes
From a stack every week
To a mill in a month
Grinding hard till I close up the distance
Fuck all
don't fuck with anybody
Ion know who's a rat
But I can spot a snake
Its all about the actions
My nigga,
Fuck what they say
Shoutout my goon Blanco
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in
Blow up
I’m counting all my mill
My b**** she out my deal
And about to poor it out my feel
Poor down
Falling for the trill
P**** on my money
And my
they ain't
Overcame adversity that I had to face
I'm only motivated more by all the hate
The hate is real I don't stunt it
My mind on a mill tryna come
but I keep it G
When I get my hands on a mill, ima turn it to them f***ing B's
Ima teach my kids how to count some money before they learn they
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