Mila Baby

Freak another mild when you get stressed out Yeah Huh Hold on Hold on Huh Hold on Hold on Huh I want to win Let me know if you all in I played this track for young Chimmy he told me this shit was a 10 out of 10 White people call him his government I call him Chimmy that nigga's my twin I use the money God bless me with try to make double I use it for sin And I wonder why shit always happened to me Niggas ain't talking about pressin I'm ready to die and they know I keep ratchets with me Bitches stay talking about money you can't feed my son well you is a non-factor to me 2014 My pops tried to warn me that all of my crimes was gone catch up to me Had a gut feeling I knew I was lying when I told him that shit would not happen to me And it definitely did happen How is that seven years straight you not getting no mail you not getting no package I am not making a joke when they bring up my record I ask them who asking Make sure that all of you haters stock up on your water you need for the rapture I done did shit with some niggas we left all them white people so flabbergasted If I go cross me in line nigga do what you do I ain't looking for passes Copped me a beat from Young Kappa he say that it's heat and I knew he ain't capping So many niggas that's hating ahead of me somebody pleases pass me aspirin My cousin of local assassin And truly that shit saddening But I never been a maggot Never been a bird neither Never really fed the birds But I'm up before the birds And that shit corny That shit lame That shit wack That's some hoe ass shit I'ma say that shit for the birds In my Skilla Baby voice Huh I wanna win Let me know if you all in I play this track for Young Chimmy he told me this shit was a 10 out of 10 White people call him his Government I call him Chimmy that nigga's my twin I use the money God blessed me with try to make double I use it for sin Bitch I been saying this shit for a minute Bitch I would die for respect you gon' treat me like I'm winning no matter or not if I'm winning I just been writing the names of the people who treated me bad when my pocket was empty Heard you was riding with opps and got shot Man hell na I don't feel bad man you shouldn't have been in it I could start all of this shit from the beginning I was the clown who was sleeping in class with my lung filled with gas with my perfect attendance Niggas would hate on my ass cause my mama couldn't go buy me all of the freshest new linen Remember my uncle he put me on game when he heard I was riding with bundles of pigeons Said you look way more suspicious you getting pulled over you riding around all five%-ed So I ride in a fishbowl Make sure that I did everything that he say So he don't have a fit though I tell him the truth like I'm Abraham Lincoln But I really don't link though No Travis Scott but I slide down with JJ And he really a sicko No lying my nigga I seen his ass shoot And he really don't miss though Knew that that nigga was crazy he took out his mag and he flipped on the bimbo But enough of that nigga it's right back to me Man I heard of the shit show They told you you catch me they gassing you up You won't catch me a Citgo I tell you these tales of the dark side you thinking I'm lying you really delusional Imagine you pass by a cruiser while cruising the city you ending up losing them Imagine a nigga in jail with a seven inch blade he ain't got no food in him Oh really tough guy well you know what you doing well please tell me what you gonna do with him I assume that you know what you're doing