[ Featuring Problem ]
Yeah.
Its Miller, man.
Huh. A nigga head all f*cked up, bread all f*cked up.
Half the homies in jail are dead, all f*cked up.
The other half wanna see me dead, all cuffed up.
But I survive off instincts by knowing what's what.
Never scared, buck buck.
F*ck you, tough luck.
Untuck and leave a dirty nigga tucked stuck as I'm looking at my rear view.
Haters getting further, but the devil's getting closer.
But that's who I'll never kneel to.
Conquer all odds, obstacles, get killed.
Feeling like a god every time a nigga peel through.
All dirty jobs, dirty money and we will do.
Whatever it takes nigga, my tie up and tape, niggas.
We do it all for the papes, nigga.
BJ's Maserati full of scrapes, nigga.
Three K's and a shotty for the fake niggas.
Saving hoes in my Louis V cape, nigga.
Not a bird, not a plane, boy it's Miller.
Lighten up the skies with all this jewelry on me, nigga.
It's the fourth of July with all my jewelry's on me, nigga.
UFO the glow, give the whole US a show.
Money coming back at fourth, this shit is fantastic.
Don't nothing last forever, but this is everlasting.
They say never, say never, so whatever.
I'm just smashing and you can never tell me no,
Cause you will never have me asking.
