P.MILLER

Money and power was just the genesis of my vices
I jumped in the fountain, talked to god and came out a righteous Titan clash
fighting dodging bullets and vipers
Switching lanes in my psyche
Ion care if you like me
I came to bury my rivals and make they fans my disciples
I’m just an arrogant writer or unamerican sniper
It’s unfair I’m the nicest
It’s unclear who the realist in here still?
I’m big wheelin on this road they just caught in my windshield
This pad and a pen feel like a mask and a big steel right
She told that she love me I just asked her what it feel like
Cut off my emotions a while ago girl you must’ve missed it
You learn and live it be the opposite of optimistic
My father dipped and homies switched forgive but don’t forget it
A couple solid couple crumble when that pressure building
Stress will kill that’s just real, focus on them dolla bills
Head up in the clouds I send the music down for y’all to hear
My ex she hate my soul but love my tape I guess it even out
Niggas getting bold but face to face can’t tell me what it’s bout
I’m on a paper chase to get away that’s like the only route
Gang gang runnin to the bank while they just run they mouth
Chain slang, big tank bumping boy I’m from the south
Front porch braids to the back foil in my mouth
Sit and reminisce when life was simple now it’s all about the guns torchin
blunts and pourin 4s ain’t how the time switch
I went from having dreams of maybe preaching bout the gospel
To spitting out these riddles that I scribble for profit
It’s all the same seam in different cloths of my closet I’m just deciding which
suit Ima wear into my coffin