Million Bucks ft. CrewZoo Lyrics

I'm so dirty can't keep it clean, neat freaks leave the scene

Side's flow is street supreme, it overheats your beat machine

I'll eat your team, spit the bones out, the king is home bring the throne out

Cut on a beat and watch me zone out

Been the nicest writing before I had a driver's license

Rhyme reciting, ain't too many others sounding like him

They bound to bite him, take a little bit and add it

Been doing it since my nappy hair used to get platted

But now I'm back at it with the tools to do the job

More ignorant than necessary, more foolish than required

On stage live in ghetto clubs, no divas

You buy a beer, they give you the change out their cleavage

Ten years ago I said rap sucked penises

Compared to now, them cats was some lyrical geniuses

Enough with my grievances, I'll never give this up

Cause I do this too well and I love this too much

What up

Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied

Outline angled up, rims on my ride

Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up

Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks

Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied

Outline angled up, rims on my ride

Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up

Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks

They say how you stay original every time you drop

I ain't had cable in years I don't even know what's hot

I don't know what they doing on 106 & Park

I'm in my own world dog, it's like I'm living in the dark

That seem to work for me, certainly, I'm independent

no major label jerking me, putting some shiny shirt on me

I go bare chest, used to quest for fame now I could care less

It's funny cause my average shit is their best

Don't even compare or come anywhere near

I been doing this here before you had pubic hair

Been in my fair share of battles so let me just stop you

Diss me I ain't gone battle you, nah I'm just gone sock you

Ain't got the patience for rappers that's overanxious

Nameless, drop a mixtape now he think he famous

Make yourself a lane then your ass needs to stay in it

You got alot of energy, but lyrically ain't saying shit

Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied

Outline angled up, rims on my ride

Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up

Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks

Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied

Outline angled up, rims on my ride

Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up

Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks

So am I wrong, cause all I wanna do all day long

Is write songs and at night get paid to perform

Dream job, it ain't work if you love it like I do

You're too underqualified for this I can't hire you

I gotta fire you, you're not a big star

I treat a mic like Jimmy Hendrix used to treat his guitar

Burn it up, flow is hot, like it's dipped in tar

And laced with something nice like when you split your cigar

If you ain't know, bul I'm raw, pardon me, por favor

I'll roll over you, like a Stomper 4x4

80's toys, you're like Tyrese in Baby Boy

I'm more like Ving Rhames, damn Nube this shit bangs

Be easy when you hear Side spittin

Don't talk greasy like a mouth full of fried chicken

Dissin' thinking that I fell off missin'

Cause even when I'm not serving I'm still cooking in the kitchen