Wash away my sins with that dirty water
Grew up with the stick-up kids and the drug importers
Got dropped dimes, we toted nickels and we slung them quarters
Now my passport blasted, I've crossed a hundred borders
That merch been selling like its meth, we trying to cover orders
My old heads aint teach me shit they were f*cking snorters
Out of line, I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written, God's my only author
Salutations
Life or death, we made evaluations
Self-made, no longer seeking no one's validation
100 bottles in the club that we valet the Wraith in
I learned that love and hate is the same thing, it's all adjacent
Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay
F*ck em if they feel a way
Exactly what my killers say
Signed up with my soul, they cashed me out a couple Mill today
My youngin's in the streets, I flew them out so they don't drill today
And it's so hard to be a role model
While I'm fighting with my own demons
Pouring out this gold bottle
I was all alone scheming
I took those streaming checks and spent them on these stones gleaming
Out of touch, might cut my phone off for the whole weekend
Isolated from the world
Sometimes I stay in my bubble
Firearm in my possession
Hundred K in this duffle
My mama told me, count ya blessings
You got angles above you
I'm out of touch and I keep stressing
Trying to stay out of trouble
Say in my prayers
I'm on this lonely road
I'm sliding
Putting these drugs into my body till I'm vibing
Forty on me in this coupe
This world is violent
Millyz - Role Model Lyrics
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Wash away my sins with that dirty water
Grew up with the stick-up kids and the drug importers
Got dropped dimes, we toted nickels and we slung them quarters
Now my passport blasted, I've crossed a hundred borders
That merch been selling like its meth, we trying to cover orders
My old heads aint teach me shit they were f*cking snorters
Out of line, I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written, God's my only author
Salutations
Life or death, we made evaluations
Self-made, no longer seeking no one's validation
100 bottles in the club that we valet the Wraith in
I learned that love and hate is the same thing, it's all adjacent
Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay
F*ck em if they feel a way
Exactly what my killers say
Signed up with my soul, they cashed me out a couple Mill today
My youngin's in the streets, I flew them out so they don't drill today
And it's so hard to be a role model
While I'm fighting with my own demons
Pouring out this gold bottle
I was all alone scheming
I took those streaming checks and spent them on these stones gleaming
Out of touch, might cut my phone off for the whole weekend
Isolated from the world
Sometimes I stay in my bubble
Firearm in my possession
Hundred K in this duffle
My mama told me, count ya blessings
You got angles above you
I'm out of touch and I keep stressing
Trying to stay out of trouble
Say in my prayers
I'm on this lonely road
I'm sliding
Putting these drugs into my body till I'm vibing
Forty on me in this coupe
This world is violent
Grew up with the stick-up kids and the drug importers
Got dropped dimes, we toted nickels and we slung them quarters
Now my passport blasted, I've crossed a hundred borders
That merch been selling like its meth, we trying to cover orders
My old heads aint teach me shit they were f*cking snorters
Out of line, I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written, God's my only author
Salutations
Life or death, we made evaluations
Self-made, no longer seeking no one's validation
100 bottles in the club that we valet the Wraith in
I learned that love and hate is the same thing, it's all adjacent
Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay
F*ck em if they feel a way
Exactly what my killers say
Signed up with my soul, they cashed me out a couple Mill today
My youngin's in the streets, I flew them out so they don't drill today
And it's so hard to be a role model
While I'm fighting with my own demons
Pouring out this gold bottle
I was all alone scheming
I took those streaming checks and spent them on these stones gleaming
Out of touch, might cut my phone off for the whole weekend
Isolated from the world
Sometimes I stay in my bubble
Firearm in my possession
Hundred K in this duffle
My mama told me, count ya blessings
You got angles above you
I'm out of touch and I keep stressing
Trying to stay out of trouble
Say in my prayers
I'm on this lonely road
I'm sliding
Putting these drugs into my body till I'm vibing
Forty on me in this coupe
This world is violent
Writer: John Doe
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, EMPIRE PUBLISHING