Millionaire

AEli: First off, this is to the haters
Listeners who dissing us, FTO debaters
My family and friends who're really only claiming
Them actions that never really speak for what they're saying
Saying's only speaking, speaking with your mouth is just communicating
Communication means to let me know what you feel, on the real
What's the deal? I'm tired of the faking
And when you're not being fake don't say what might just offend me k?
Cause' I've got a couple screws loose in my brain
And I might just blow up any second "mane"
I've got a good poke-oker face, don't be surprised when it takes
A tole on me, any second "G", I'm a Gemini bitch, you might just see
Another side of me that you people ain't never seen before
I don't mean to be mean but yaw' treat me like I'm invisible
Yaw' got it twisted though, I'm irre-si-sistible
You people just don't know it yet, Ima' get to the top of the world
You'll regret that you left, yaw' better

Say something good, say something nice
Cause' ever since you've been around
My confidence died-died, if I had a dollar
If I count it up right, for every time you shot me down
Wouldn't be a thing I couldn't buy
I'd me a millionaire x8

Katori Walker: Haters aiming at my heart when they see me
Always coming up short, 3 feet
I kill tracks, that's chalk on a CD
You're a dog, I'm a shark, never feed me
Take a bit out your heart, watch em' bleed weak
I don't plan on stopping now cause' I'm knee deep
Ain't nobody in my lane, leave the street free
Coach put me in the game, watch me TD
Always go the other way when I see you
Plastic, probably "China Made" yea he's see through
Only passion when I spit for the people
This a weapon God made and it's lethal
Yea my cup, runneth over trying to stay sober
Something like a brick of crack, hater's baking soda
Yea I do it for my team, yea we taking over
Round' here we real, no the fake is over
The definition of spitting from lower living
Is something that's real in him, the people, they don't get him
They shoot and they don't hit him, too tall, you can't miss him
Ha! Young man on a mission, Ive, got a hand full of wishes
Never fit in, stand at a distance, uh, I'm just handling business
I killed that and dismantle the witness, say something good

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J.Hurt: Millionaires boys club, growing up, laughed at, past that
Doing me, never been a lab rat, never been a crash dummy
Trying to take my pad from me, niggas get trampled, this is the preamble
Just the beginning, I'm in it for first finish
Fire and soul burning, I live my struggle, I'm learning
I've loved, hated and "hurted" had unfair verdicts
Fallen back, pushed forward and off track, I'm searching
Trying to live righteous, a just, fair person
Anybody know who the fuck J.Hurt is?
Used to wonder if they would believe me if I told them
Now it's "FTO" take my hand or Ima' fold you
Take me as I am, what I mean when I say that
Young dude speaking true, works hard, slays raps
Running out of gas, ambitions of a Maybach
Coming up flat, bounce back, I don't play that
Never ever settling, severing all foes
I'm excelling on the edge, absorbing up all blows
Woes getting thrown, I reflect like Serge Ibaka
Chief Rocka, fucking living on the verge
Absurd with a noun and a verb, it's like herbs
Elevate your mind, these niggas do not learn
Student of the game, I'm coming, It's my turn
Better be concerned, be selective with your words, better...

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