[Intro: Millz]
I wake up at 6 am
Academics ‘till 3:30
And then it’s Nick’s house, studio, time to run my mouth
And spit what my peers be loving
Because they can relate, you might catch them riding, bumping
[Hook: Millz]
I’m on the grind from the books to the hooks
I’m on the climb, hit the books, write the hooks
My classmates filling out school applications
I’m in the studio and nobody else adjacent
I’m on the grind from the books to the hooks
I’m on the climb, hit the books, write the hooks
Don’t know if I’mma make it so it kinda got me shook
But I’mma still [?]
[Verse 1: Millz]
I’m from a city from where you [?]
Unless your last name Clowney you ain’t searching for success, get the hell from ‘round me
I seen it all, from gunshots to brawls
I’m dope, so they searched the car with probable cause
I’m a misfit, not concerned ‘bout the law
Feeling like I’m way above when I’m nothing close to tall
‘Cause see, I’m trying to ball, petty rules never mattered
Put me behind the glass, you can watch it all shatter
‘Cause I’m a big shot, boy you not, kickbox
Never had to tote a Glock, sicker than the chicken pox
Going in nonstop, watch the clock tick tock
Got grown folks bars but I’m from the Kids Bop era
Momma’s mascara running down
She’s super proud ‘cause she know her son’s the nicest around
These niggas is some clowns, why you playing?
Kill the doubt, uzi got you oozing, got me spraying
Winning, fucking women wearing linen, in the pussy I be killing
Then the pussy you be swimming, 'bout to drown
You be floating ‘round yet I really put it down
If my niggas doubt, then go get the pussy pound
And then I’m on the grind once again, priority is paper
If you ain’t talking money I’mma holler at you later
If you ain’t trying to make it out then you trying to stay the same
Trying to live super, but you’re comfortable with living plain
Ay what you know about progression?
Got mad skills, what you know about aggression?
Phonies in decline, fake shit in recession
So it’s my time to shine, thank God for the blessing
I’mma do them justice, kill it like some muskets
Never gave a fuck, busting out a lot of "fuck it”s
Always on my job, but these niggas getting sluggish
Rhymes for your ass, bout to [?]
[Hook: Millz]
[Verse 2: Millz]
I’m headed to the place where the red carpet laid out
Bright lights in my eyes, wide open mouth
I’ll be amazed when it finally pays off
But never be surprised ‘cause I know I payed the cost
Brothers said I’m the best, I believe, I confess
And I’m down with my niggas, so motherfuck the rest
I’m on my P’s and Q’s, never ever want to rest
Haters hate, throwing shots at my bulletproof chest
I progress nonetheless, you can never hold me back
Come and mess
I’m trying to be great and you lames can’t relate
I’m just headed to the top at my own given pace
Blind date with my future, I’m hoping that she Halle Berry fine
And the older sister of a nine, she a ten
Please God, help me win
I’ve been losing too much, [?]
I’ve been doing good in school, and it’s cool, I admit
But I want the recognition for the shit that I spit
Because I work hard, harder than my opponent
The books and the hooks, that’s my shit, I be on it
Everything I write from the heart has the drive, never park
Everything gucci, mane, but I never wear a [?]
Shit on these niggas like a shart
With intelligence; a lot of y’all ain’t smart
You a mark ass nigga, a nigga how you figure
That we gon' trust a rat? You raised up with Master Splinter
Niggas amateurs, do I look like a beginner?
You copy and paste and the beat is your printer
Homie keep your essay, ‘cause you don’t want no conflict
When you getting beat down, who is gonna stop it?
Stick to what you do, got the plan in my pocket
Graduate school, then I’ll blow like a socket
[Hook: Millz]
