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[Verse 1: Lil’ Mil]
When you hear those shots, you better run fast
Cause the breath you just took might be your last
But when the homey is dead don’t think of the past
Better bring your umbrellas out a brainstorm is on the forecast
The only thing I have to improve on is more cash
And more ash
I’ve seen the gangs meet, when the titans clash
I’m dead or alive depending on my secret stash
When a brother gets jumped
My blood gets pumped
But thats cause I’m always on that revenge
And I always have to avenge
This is the route home
Eastern to Linden and watching the stoned
Pennsylvania and then a loop
It’s all buildings here
No Bed-Stuy stoop
For now I rep Brooklyn
But I’m movin’ out soon
Miami, L.A. to Cancun
But if I’m here I rep the click-clack boom
Come claim your doom
I’m being nurtured now
But soon I’ll bloom
Sick of the OD acid and 'shrooms
[Verse 2: Lil’ Mil}
Sick of having to live concerned
I’m just getting by, I need enough money to burn
Watching my friends with the bitter dope
But I’m buying a stiffer coat
Once I got a house
I’m building a moat
So big I’ll have done bought me a boat
No one braking in
My pastime will be raking in ten
Million to a trillion
Always told my mom I’d give her gazillion
So that’s what I’mma do
Give back to my parents
Guys I love you
I was just making rhymes for fun
Now I’m up here, look how time flew
B.I.G., 'Pac and Jay
They taught me to shine the gray day
I kept all my rhymes at bay
ENY that’s where I stay
Back then my account was at nada
Now I’m right here buyin’ them Prada
I’m still tight with the Espana
Now, back to the rap
Right now, I gotta get to my strap
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