First Mil

Duration

4:47

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

My first mil, My first mil, My first mil, Mayb if i keep sayin it itll become real, Im just a rapper, Chasin after deals, Then i stop think bout a mil, Forget tha girls, cars and evn all fame, I just want a mil , create a better name, Give sum to cousin, God bless his heart, But Ironically.. God aint bless his heart, Cuz he overseas tryna get a surgery, Seeing him in pain is hurting ito mi, He a fearless warrior wit a failing heart, If he does pass, I noe he inspires all ma art. Then i think bout ma moms, And all of her struggles, I wanna make so she'll nva strain her aching muscles, Yea ya can laugh, but no i aint tha first, To wanna give her a life where she dont have to work. Uh, Now moving on, no time tu waste, Looking into a mirror, At tha mistakes that i made, In tha distance I can still make out ur face, But then i get a sinkin feeling, So i turn away, Theres a wall in between us that i cant seem to break, Cuz it all goes akward wen u touch below tha waist, Im tryna make it betta as i stand rite here, Idk if u gone outa hatred or outta fear, Everyone always had sed shyt, Yea we broke up as lovers, Tryna make up our friendship, I want all, but you cant get it ur way, Sometimes you gotta settle, And leave it that way. So far its all been a fail, Im just a dog chasing after its own tail, Jst runnin in circles, Making tha same mistakes, But really who gonna stop that, We noe who gonna stop that, They say they tired of ma music, Depressin shyt, that make them all strt abusing, So wat ya want talk about, tha bitches and the hoes, Ill tell u that story if u really wanna noe, Check ma fone, You'll never find waldo, Im runnin many bitches but i neva hit a wall thou, Told this girl i cheated and she cried Thn sed 69 as tha reason why i lied. Ma friend sed that verse was nice, Forget second chances, I want one to make it right, nd as ma bro sey, Dont let dreams eva fade, Evn wen ur best friend, turns tu that ex u cant name. Verse 2: Ma home boy sey im to young for it, To tlk bout life lik realli im done wit it, And fake bitches tell mi ill be fine, Crack Headed girls supportive onli wen u give them lines. Nah i dont expect ya to get it, Cuz i onli speak real shyt, Your lost tu tha message, Listening to fake music, It all becomes repetitive, Speaking fake story wit pride, Repetitive, Ma lines burn sorta like rocket, Solar power flow, No one eva gonna stop it, Lookin at maself i really cnt face it, Hate who ive become, Ma first mil will help change it