Anonymous MIllionaire

Let me get into my motherfucking shit, man. Standouts. You know, man, I was handpicked by the guys to be here. Clearly. Tap your veins, nigga. Ain't no motherfucking mistake. You hearing my voice, champ. They ain’t no mistake. Eastside six mile. Let's do this shit

[Verse 1:]
My mind set to change from the lm corner campaigns
To gain the name read to be an anonymous millionaire
Y'all can have the fame My lane custom made
I’m on the cusp of a quarter million Detroit
Where's my standing ovation? I help restore the feeling
That light skinned bastard that extorted villains
Now I kill rappers for a living blogs report the killings
Surrounded by gorgeous women
Ironically, they all seem to adore my lyrics
I paint my pain and I ignore the critics
It's pure uncut they bricks stepped on like Dorothy skipping the Wizard of Oz
The OGs on the block, off the porch with wisdom
This is an acquired taste of music you ain't being forced to listen
Nor radio or propaganda or media, I can promise
Is never gonna distort my vision
Since playing Nintendo or Channel Three
The street life mishandled me, but pay me handsomely
Now My focus is philanthropy. Yeah
Donate my brain in the game to the up and coming artist
You my age and ain't doing the same then you fucking garbage
Regardless, no pardons I parted ways from my darker days
My block was a battlefield where the devil used to toss grenades
I used to roam the streets walking with the sharpest blade
Or Isaac Hayes with a hammer and the hardest slate
The fly got no platform shoes just twos if you wack and fishy You'll be in the video with fish eyes like Missy

[Verse 2:]
Ayo, fuck the drip and the dealership
I'm trying to get approved for the millionaire membership
I won't mention it once, I’m in I’ma conceal this shit
Flossing, where I'm from and get you an appointment on the dentist list
From the back blocks with the bad guys
Always benefit off of the innocent
Rap niggas chasing his like short stops
Engineers got the gas face like 3rd base
When you think what you record hot
My right hand is Fort Knox bars of gold, ice cold from the poor blocks
Where a hood ass get wet the second that the corks pop
Clearly I’m a sure shot impeccable aim I'm speaking on my brain Off my lyrics they already attached "Genius" to my name
Like boiling lobsters alive, nigga I was seasoned through the pane Don't dash no salt on my name a business mogul just like I'm dame
Nigga

Come on, anonymous millionaire. Once I get it nigga, you won’t know it. Sprinkle investments in the portfolio I'm going to grow it. No more leasing my thinking. This nigga, we don't own it