So Much More (feat. 44 Bird)

Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah uhh Ohh aye Writing all these records might as well call me Guinness I want all my money bitch I'm moving like Scottie Pippen Smoking purple in the rain just like how Prince did On the company roof standing on- Yeah My own 2 feet Tryna block the bitches playing but they on they knees Treating me like Sega Genesis games, keep blowing me F*ck the world, temptation got a hold of me I'm just keeping it real I ain't a wannabe, I Prefer to be the man in the mirror Nowadays most dudes behind curtains they ain't real I was conflicted focused on girls and bills Threw some pennies in the fountain, wished for material What I should've done is throw my ego on the shelf Swimming in lust and wealth made me rust in the well, I Had to kill myself just to rebuild myself I've been living well with the gang in the citadel They say Mac rolling deep so you should send a Dell Ooh, Now I'm posted on the block Aye, MVP on the field Moving with no deal I ain't signing less a mil My soul ain't for the taking, middle Finger towards satan I'll die on that hill If you on the other side you must be high as f*ck Pupils dilating still My mind on the mils Prayed for all this knowledge 'cause I'm really not tryna get killed Truthfully I rather move silent and realer The words that come out really mine ain't no filter Betted on myself, MJ no Thriller I'm like Bruce Wayne with no filter Why? 'cause When I'm spitting on the mic I'm a killer Yeah, All up in that pussy you could say that I'm a killer Long Live Mac Miller Ain't Michael Jackson but my life is a thriller I got a trap soul like my name Bryson Tiller Imma shoot the lights out like I'm Reggie Miller I'm all about my bucks like I'm Damian Lillard You could not see it but the picture getting bigger Like there's so much more to life There's so much more to rap I got a couple reasons that I'm loading up my gatt This bitch a temptation her ass is too damn fat I might just fall in love if she throw that pussy back I can't trust a hoe only God got my back I'm working so hard just to make it with these raps I hit you up last year but now you calling back Because my money up and your old man was wack I'm with all the smoke I'm treating life like a pack If this life was a game you would probably think I hacked The streets could break your heart but life still goes on If I won't open up then I will on this song Looking back at what happen I don't know what went wrong I'm really breaking hearts like Comme des Garçons Shit got me getting higher like I was Cheech and Chong I'm really in the trenches like I was Viet Cong I got reasons Million reasons Why to take a life, yeah I got reasons Million reasons Please stop asking why, bitch Got a couple sacks in the mail Praying that my dog get bail (yeah) Looking mad your wife got railed (bitch) How you plug with no scale All these other rappers so frail Comparing me and you is like a fish to a whale (hoe) I'm spitting more bars then a jail She on my dragon balls like I'm Nail (yeah) I don't even check my email (nah) You could come see me in person 'bout the smoke you'll get inhaled Bitch!