MILLIONMILES Songtext
von CRIMEAPPLE

If I wasn′t rapping, I'd still be doing this old shit here, you know?
This ain′t nothing but materialistic, you know?
Knowledge is power
I-I'm 'bout making some money, man, you know?
Put this shit together, we get some real paper, coast to coast
Man, I′m trying to move to Hawaii
You know what I′m talking about? I'm trying to get away from these scrubs

Wow, wow
High me, smell me
Low but all hands on deck, my boy
(Talk to me) top
Ay, ay-ay
Talk to me
Wow, wow


Auto farming when the mic is near (yes)
Guys sick, they maybe hit a lick like twice a year (yes)
Telling hos pardon, I′m personally the type you share (better share, bitch)
They're starving, they′re treating my stardom like a Dyson Sphere (wow)
Chain white like veneers, leave your sight impaired
In plain sight, wipe your glare, make your wifey tear
Define sane, from my wage spent nights impaired

Blind rage, like biting Mike Tyson's ear (wow)
Mix the tuci with the coke, call it lavender
Make amputees out of amateurs on the camera (hello)
A&Rs can′t handle me, handle ARs
And turn the day dark, they say in my wallet like a seance
The gray car, or the white, or black whip
Whispering sweet nothing to a bad bitch, smoking cat piss (passed out)
I was reliable when plugs was overtaking
Too tapped in, in a drought I was like the cactus (come call me)

Dude love, cactus jack, maybe Terry Funk
Neck on malaria, you set all in hysteria, huh?
Carry the torch, you barely a thought
It's really a sport, fuck around, I'll bury the corpse
Various links and several stones was weight training (uh)
That all prepared my head for the crown
The hate flagrant, the shit gotta be wearing you down (gotta be tired by now)
I took a break and fell back, came back, sat in the throne
Light a bone on the roof, you know I′m smoking with the cattle trough


Put fire to a snaggle-toothed, get frisky, then parachute (wee)
Out to greener pastures, pocket filled, these elastic
Very paid, married to the game and didn′t need a pastor
Even after I'm gone, my name live on
Like light in space time from reflections, my chain give off (whoo)
The brain is more honest than any heart could ever be
The butter we provide on God degree, clogged arteries
My father be chilling, my mama be chilling
May they say the same for my chilling, Lord willing (please, Lord)
I′m sauce spilling in a coupe doing 70

Knowing I'm my only friend, sizing up the enemy (wow)
Protecting my energy, all praise do in fact
Got it out the depths of Hell, y′all can never ruin that (come fuck with me)
What's that about? I′m the one they chitchat about
While you still focus on clout that I ran laps without (aye, wow)
See me jogging on you bitches (see me)
Ice down on you hos (okay)
Doing laps around the city (I'm doing laps around the city)

Bust down, shit is frozen
Whoa, see me jogging on you bitches
All lights down on you hos (left, right, left, right)
There's some laps around the city
Bust down, it′s all froze, whoa (it′s not a drill, bitch)
Uh
Got it freezing out here
Bust down on you bitches
Doing laps on all you hos, what?
Lap around the city, bitch, huh?

Diamond's dancing on these motherfuckers
Doing a crip walk on the-\m, ha-ha