lyrics
When im goin off the lided of my 59 fitted
It’s the Cincinnati kid –ed, every time I kick it
I kick it like a ^giant, yall kick it like a midget
Im fly like an Eagle – you fly like a pigeon
Im talkin peoples ^bitches, they sittin back bitchin
Cuz they play they pieces in predictable positions
Whoops my bad got your queen in my castle
Slipped on a pawn, dick fell in her asshole
Ha im not playin, ha im just sayin
I got her sides buzzin like a game of operation
she cumin so hard eyes squinty like an asin
from the west side that’s cali- fornication
------- haha – but she was vegan vegetarian
dropped her off the team and drafted a native American
took me to her tepe, we smoked a lot of mary then
gave me good brains nicknamed her librarian
still got dropped too many girls in the world
that be spinnin on my balls like a blackberry pearl (cuz)
women that just love my style
titties in my face right now
nipples that just need my mouth
dollars what I feel like now
hands off baby, why you grabbin me
cuz you see the money? Or man that im bout to be
you tryna get high? And ride originality
cuz im so fly that I defy gravity
and the way I put together words – insanity
or you tryna brag to your girls? That’s vanity
but thank god that the big man granted me
the gift to see threw the fake women transparency
started out funny then I got real to mention
I said alla that just to get yall attention
Just to show the depth of my lyrical ability
A million dollar man that be flexin versatility
Bitch------, I bet a million replay this
I finger fuck destiny and toung kiss famous
Feel me on the rise like Braille when I tape this
How could I fail im surrounded by greatness
My team is all wizards, ya team is all muggles
We 20,000 legues deep you rappers just a puddle
get on our level you could never match the hustle
cuz I see the bigger picture you just pieces of MY puzzle
My whole team worth a couple hundred
We on the rise and we commin for
(Its getting real, couple inches frist)
In one year ima have my first (million)
My momma said I love you you’re my only son
But you gotta know your chances are a million to one
, well momma im a son of a gun
and outta that million, I know im the one
and you know im good with numbers so I know you understand
hip hops gonna be your retirement plan
I could take a penny break it down, and work it round and chop it
And tell the whole world, got my hustle from my momma
You always held me down when I failed lifes missions
It made a young man with ferocious ambition
Just to make you proud, for you to stop wishin
That id figure life out, look now, no kiddin
Ya baby boys a man, bout to start a business and
Da first millions so close I can see it in my hands
Now my haters all fans, say you got it man FAYA
rap about hoes, real shit, and my momma
and tie it all together in a million dollar concept
rock a million flows, million beats, million topics
rock a million shows, million rhymes, million midsets
million dollar man, makin million dollar profits
,so you should prolly bow
cuz I feel like a MILLION, doubt me now
credits
released 10 August 2011
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