A Milli [Freestyle]
(Top Dawg, Money GANG)
Owwww, Dave, I see you, now see me
Look, I say I'm a millionaire
I'm a Top Dawg millia- no let
Me just come in unorthodox
I order plenty ammunition for the
Enemies that I got i'm the King
I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band
I'm annoying to rappers
Guess I'm poison to rappers, front on me
Get bent backwards
Stomping on em' like a Kappa
Cap and gown, graduated with my Masters
So where do I go now
Swear there is no nothing after
I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor
I'm the god MC and you don't want to get
Caught in the rapture
I would probably burn your whole colony
Chew you up then spit you out
You nothing but a Polla Seed
Follow hood policies
Compton, California where the
Motherfuckin' riders be
You never seen a killer til' you
Seen one on side of me
That green on the side of me
Fuckin' all about my fuckin'
Money like a sodomy
Fuck them bitches properly i do it
I do it, done it
Run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry
Been hungry
I think a nigga need three stomachs
Bummy, NEVER middle of a conversation
I cough up a feather
And get ready for the detonation
I bomb on whoever whatever you bout
I'm bout it twice like a
Woman who give twins life
I steered right through your
Fan base every time
Tapping your demographic like I
Was Gregory Hines
Every line be tailor made, hella
Paid, count that money, several ways
I'm a beast, fuck a mansion
I rather live in a cave sasquatch is back
But what y'all really didn’t know
Is sasquatch can rap
Motherfucker, I'm iller
Ok, I squeeze the juice out a
Rapper and just squash this track
The people like "What the fuck happened
And where Wayne be at?"
There's some boy named K Dot
And he's a maniac! I think his vocals is
Strapped, with a toolie, in fact
He spit like a Uzi, rat tat tat
He just shot me in my back
Somebody pick up my back
I think that boy from Iraq
I think y'all boys better know that
He got it on lock like a Low Jack
Heading straight for the top like a ball cap
Y'all better fall back
Y'all better crawl back where y'all came from
Ain't one better than the one who can write
Like Langston Hughes from the brain off top
Like a bottle dude, get a hollow
Where you swallow food
Get a model, bet she swallow, who? Me
Bet she goggle like a scuba
Diver eyes in the sea
Recognize who I be, K dot motherfucker
Dot motherfucker, hot motherfucker
Drop top when ya popped with the Glock
On sight motherfucker, sight
Motherfucker, ride motherfucker
Die motherfucker when I go pop, pop
Open up, close shop like a retail spot
Everybody know I be where the money lie
Eat where
The money lie, shit where the money lie
Sleep where the money lie
Bitch that's no lie, let the truth be told
K Dizzle, the Big Sizzle
Turn beats to stoves, burn up
Rappers: I'm iller
Dig it, like it, love it a lot
