Millions

No new niggas, only real ones

Been a real one and I’m still one

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions

10 K for the show boy

Lot of broke rappers unemployed

Made a lot of money on my last tour

Bet you I could get it if I aks for it

Lot of fake niggas, they be runnin they mouth

My youngin sittin next to me, I just run in yo house

I play this shit and pray to relax

‘Cause it’s crazy everyday, don’t go where we at

Forgive me for my last song

And every track I showed my ass on

I’m just speakin from a real place

Finna turn a dollar into Bill Gates

Yea, a lot of niggas still fake

A lot of broke niggas still hate

Yea, but I still show the world love

Shop til I got kicks like the world cup

No new niggas, only real ones

Been a real one and I’m still one

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions

Soulja 6 be back in the fact

Comin back just to smack em in the back of they neck

People be actin funny, I be laughin at that

Smoking kush and I damn near have a asthma attack

Never pass up the fact, these rappers barely could rap

Rappers circus, matter of fact as an act is the act

Nigga flip like a acrobat

The flow killin like Kim, she dip it low to the max

Accurate faxes, they be needin more practice

Kickin that whack shit, I kick it out like proactive

It’s Heartbreak Gang, partake bang

With this I be short bank name, short weak playin on that flatscreen

Black hoodie, white ones, black jeans

Homie that’s me

When they see me they understand that it’s great

Couldn’t touch 100 since I turned 15

You know what I’m talkin bout?

No new niggas, only real ones

Been a real one and I’m still one

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions

No thousands, I’m talkin bout millions