Young Millz

(Prod. FiveOhTrez)

[Intro]
Early in the morning
The sun was up and the sky was very blue
Without a warning
As I looked up my thoughts returned to you
A noise in the city made the children run
And hide themselves away
And thunder boomed and lighting filled the sky

[Hook]
Take off and I fly real high
Everybody thought I wouldn't now they in they feels
It's a bird or a plane in the sky with the wings no lie
Man the shits Young Millz
Bye bye hope ya bitches don't cry
I ain't ever coming down boy I’m bout my bills
Gon sigh cuz I know your wondering why
I’m the one who got rich bet your day job kills
(AHHH)

[Verse 1]
Odyssey ain't nobody stopping me
Hop on top this beat and spit these verses to you properly, Huh
Monopoly tired of renting properties
Once I’m getting bands will i cop mansion probably, Yuh
Prodigy living out my prophecy
Rapping bout philosophies so you could call me Socrates
And honestly I’m truly cranking out these bangers constantly
Give you lyrics consciously to prove I ain't no novelty
Been adamant at it since even day 1
An animate addict in need of new funds
A frantic fanatic of chasing cool hunds
Ecstatic asthmatic who’s blowing blue blunts
Pussy boy don't you twist dis shit
Had to work real hard to gets what I get
Kinda hard to keep flight which I do admit
Cuz all these fine ass bitches tipping my cockpit (Ayyy)

[Hook]
Take off and I fly real high
Everybody thought I wouldn't now they in they feels
It's a bird or a plane in the sky with the wings no lie
Man the shits Young Millz
Bye bye hope ya bitches don't cry
I ain't ever coming down boy I’m bout my bills
Gon sigh cuz I know your wondering why
I’m the one who got rich bet your day job kills

[Verse 2]
Mach 6 lil Sammy going supersonic
Blowing hydroponic sipping on some gin and tonic
Flow is polyphonic coming at you so symphonic
Rappers tryna act like they some Gs and sounding en-harmonic
Better learn your scales only then will you prevail
Styles like some water if you tryna bite it grab a pail
You looking sweet as hell think you hard but really stale
Step to me in competition tryna win you'll prolly fail
Flipping out and I'm talking bout like every axis
All this weight on top my shoulders starting to think I'm atlas
Being strong enough to hold the world takes lots of practice
And I been trying balance everyone on top a mattress
Sleeping on me hard as Tracy Morgan in a coma
Thinks it's funny that they'll wake up to a supernova
Finna come up in the game like some bad Ebola
Y'all about to witness greatness call me young Jehovah

[Outro]
Take off and I fly real high
Everybody thought I wouldn't now they in they feels
It's a bird or a plane in the sky with the wings no lie
Man the shits Young Millz