Devin Miles - Millions lyrics

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Devin Miles - Millions lyrics

I need to ask You know where we be at, yeah Yeah, uh Look, bad intentions from a good heart Blessed kid, got everything that I could want Grew up with both of my parents Guess that's a good start They selfless Gave me the platform in which I took off My mother's a saint My brother is great Both of them held me down whether it's sun or it rained Getting closer with my pops I thank the Lord for that It's all love, nothing less, nothing more than that Frustration [?] for me snapping like a quarterback Reckless, no boundaries in my verses Where the borders at Never seen a style like mine These like imported raps, foreign raps Designer flow, no affordin' that Restoring order back to a game in which order lack And I see them try, but these n***as can't hold us back JD brought the sour, crackin' dutches, n***a rolls them fat You don't need to ask, you know where we posted at We at the spot chillin' Smoke fill up the room Sippin' liquor, drinkin' brews Conversations by the millions And how we gonna get 'em that's the mission But for now We at the spot chillin' Smoke fill up the room Sippin' liquor, drinkin' brews Conversations by the millions And how we gonna get 'em that's the mission But for now we just at the spot Yeah, raw papers just to spark the mood Sundresses 'round the apartment pool I'm tryin' to see more, if not all of you Matter fact, you should come to my room since we talkin' views I hope you brought a few of your girls cause you know i'm with my n***as You know they pay, stay with currency, that's word to Spitta Never see me out, that's how I like to keep it But what's the point, them hoes is probably wherever the team is Them b**hes follow the leader I lead them right to my people Show them the time of they life, now they askin' about sequels Claimin' that you get hoes, but we don't believe you But we do, they all around us But they would vouch if they need to Choppin' game, sharing thoughts and dreams Whole gang down to earth, word to Doc and Venus [?] Holdin' Hardo down, yellin' freedom Now he got his freedom, game over, it's off season We at the spot chillin' Smoke fill up the room Sippin' liquor, drinkin' brews Conversations by the millions And how we gonna get 'em that's the mission But for now We just at the spot chillin' Smoke fill up the room Sippin' liquor, drinkin' brews Conversations by the millions And how we gonna get 'em that's the mission But for now we just at the spot We just at the spot, at the spot, at the spot, at the spot [x3]