Milmatic

When I'm in da buildin; People stare; Becuse da real here

After 9 o'clock is fuckin hours; You can't chill here

I been through some shit up n my life; I'm glad I'm still here

You do what you want; But of my lane, you betta steer clear

I be sippin crown; Or sippin lean; Cause ion sip beer

Don't accept apologies at all; If it ain't sincere

Boy u chicken shit; And I can tell; Because I sense fear

Pussy all u bringing ta da table; u can't sit here

Baby girl, a eater, and it taste just like a mango

I could read u bitches; Like a book, A reading rainbow

Accountability is somethin; it take two to tango

She keep trying to dodge it like dis bitch is a Durango