(Intro)
Millzy uh


(Verse)
Ok I know I still ain't dropped my album, right?
But my account's still extracted and my swag's still actin, call me 50 flights up

Like a bachelor, bet your (*##$ think I'm platinum right?
You wonderin why I'm still rappin, right?
But my daughter got my hustle game in order

And I don't %#@! bout Pampers but I'm learnin how to wrap em, right?
^!$$%s sales ain't stackin right
Your label $#&@ed up, album wasn't packaged right

I'm a student of that caine era
EPMD Rakim, gold chain era
I grew up in that real cocaine era

Not this rap game cocaine era
Them auyers on Broadway, you always had it
If you got it that was when you had to get it

This ain't rappin, this is real man's talk from a real mass ^!$$%
$#&@ your favorite tell him save it, I don't feel that ^!$$%
Got some young slimes that'll kill that ^!$$%

With his coupe he went stearin and it's real my ^!$$%
Money still multiplyin
And my ^!$$% still totin iron

'Cause the diamonds on my body still blindin
And a ^!$$% might get fancy and we might have to remind him
What bullets do to flesh, in your house swagged out

End up a bloody mess, leave him stretched, nothing less
Mothe$#&@ em!
Nah, mother$#&@ em all

I show ^!$$%s love, they push my back against the wall
And now I'm on it, giving all these kids grown men bars
Back on my vintage %#@!, the flow stone washed, ^!$$%


(Outro)
Back on my vintage %#@!, the flow stone washed

DP2