Millions

I'm in the millions

I'm not the guy to pick the fight

But if you try, I been through fire and may re-ignite

I was the man of my own house before the age of nine

The fuck you think that does? The boy is running out of time

And now I'm working with my family all day and night

The same people that only wanna see me when I'm doing right

But I been crafting, I been writing 'bout a different life

Tell the boy it's fine, it'll be alright

People always ask me why I'm private but they never know

I've had my trust broken more than anyone they've ever known

Now I'm the man of the family, not just the fucking home