The Walk Out

[Intro:]

I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on

Fuck it

Smoke something bitch

[Verse:]

Ok I know these niggas think they swaggin right?

But at the rate these niggas goin

And the rate that I'm flowin

I ain't racin, I'm floatin on the track

Double time, watch me lappin twice

Killa's career, email it to his after life

They said they want that old Millz back

So I brought that old Millz back

Now your favorite ghost ain't half as nice

Niggas throwin darts like I don't catch em

And get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin

This all rap til somebody stretchin

Now our funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven

You hear them horns nigga?

Where I'm from you could die for talkin fowl

And really be dead wrong nigga

I run circles round these niggas

All caught up in they emotions

Put some skulks around these niggas

Talkin bout bricks and ain't no work around these niggas

You's a middle's man middleman little man

I don't give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with

And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitchin

I be too high for fuckerie

That's why I pray to the Lord above

He keep me far away from where you suckas be

Ain't nobody in this world gotta fuck with me

I'm Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me

Sound real ignorant, don't I?

But only judge what you see through your own eyes

Medicated weed got me in a coma

That nig got you low, I'm high, oh my

They woke me up now he is back

I had someone tell me I fell off

Uh I needed that

Millz

[Outro:]

I had someone tell me I fell off

Uh I needed that

Word!

DP2

Vintage

I'm out B