Lost Innocence Pt. 2
Millyz
2:5940 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures 40 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures Keep it a hundred with you, I done had some money issues And still broke bread, knowin' I barely had the crumb to give you I caught that case from my dog when they rushed the spitter You can't learn to be real, you gotta be fuckin' in it Sometime the hate's around the corner and the love can trick you Sometime this life will knock you off course, you must contend it Brody pass the pole before we touch the venue Ridin' with some big shit, let a gun the size of musket hit you I feel like young Marshall in the trenches Duckin' from the D's in 12, we got pistols with extensions Remember slidin' in the center, now this car got an emblem Spirit of ecstasy on the rolls, poppin' X with my grandmas I'm geek, me and Chop Black strapped to Cervantes Nipsey told me that he fucked with me down in Atlanta Remember baggies on the table and the trap with the skin I brought the chip back to my city, this Cuban chain like a band Yeah, forty orders for my hitters Bust a rollie, made it glitter, walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures Forty orders for my hitters Bust a rollie, made it glitter, walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures I kept the rollie plain, little blue pills for the pain White team, not a stain, hundred milli' from the game Fuck a drizzle, it's the rain, I'm bout' to flood this bitch Little bump off the block, they ain't cut this shit Big ice cubes in my cup Private room at Bellotto, me and Nas in the cut Boy, this dash and this Benz, it's triggered by a pen Watch the dash lift up, duck the gun, charge again We goin' crazy on the East Coast, they wonder where I've been Break that shit down, try to turn it into ten When I made the top five, I made a couple heads spin They sick or they mad, they wanna be my friends From a block to a yacht, in the summer out in Greece All bosses at the table, ain't no time for a leech Throwaways, bein' wiped down with the bleach Top down smokin', gettin' ashes on my seats, burn Forty orders for my hitters, bust a rollie, made it glitter Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures Forty orders for my hitters, bust a rollie, made it glitter Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver I treat this music like the scriptures