Make a Million

Tell me why everybody wanna wear Armani

With the Louis or the Prada with the Gucci and the red Ferrari

Cruising and just hopping in jacuzzis with a Monica Belluci

Pulling models and some groupies and get shot up like the movies but

That ain't fucking real that ain't fucking real

Yeah, you know the deal

Let me show you what is real

This is to my homie let the motherfucking hate fill up

Now he suicidal drank liquor with some painkillers

Feeling like a failure dangerous chilling with the yay dealers

Mangling his brain oh the cane cut with paint thinner

Hey, hate feeling like you need a babysitter

Can't breathe out his fucking trachea

People that his problem's small

But it's way bigger than they picture

He ain't never gonna stop cause he hate quitters

I relate with him, broken and in trouble like the condom when he came in her

This aint on J. Springer, this is way realer

Than some chain swinging on the same fella

If I make a million, then it's steak dinners

With no A-listers, at the table cause they never ate with him

Ain't a shapershifter I won't change cause I came living in the slums

I know what it takes, dinner plates wasn't in the funds

When the millies made, I'ma break that shit into chunks

Everybody eatin', don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions

Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia

Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one

Yea I gotta give em some

If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions

Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia

Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one

Yea I gotta give em some

Even when I'm rich I'll be in the rap cypher

Painting over bricks, selling with the graph writer

Still cop the same kicks, on my Air Max 90's

I don't give a fly shit

Being rich can't buy me, I will break bread though

Pop get sick is where the paycheck goes

If I'm not feeding kids when I cake then no

I ain't doin' right, they gon' hate on me, you can bank on it

Rate droppin' if I make profit

I don't pay homage to the ones that put me on

Like Drake Callin' Snoop when he make chronic

Stay honest

Never break promises, my motto, no more 8-ballin' for my sorrows

When the paper right

If you hate life you will pay the price

Money make you fight like it's Dana White

It's funny how advice isn't taking light

Coming from a guy where they die every day and night

Give me the million, I'm a provider

Dope rhymer with no ghost writer

Everything I wrote is so fire, I'll my own driver

Fuck a limo, give me low riders album

Going Diamond, I'm a coal miner

If I help you, don't tell me you don't remember like an old timer

With some alzheimers, if I co-sign ya do it for another go finder

Or go find him, spread your wealth, definitely

Help somebody else, that's the recipe

Help somebody else

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come

If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions

Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia

Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one yea I gotta give em some

If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions

Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia

Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one yea I gotta give em some