It's been a long time coming

It's easy though

Check !

Ok its miller again

Back for the scrilla again

Ay tell them hoes that im the man ain't catchin' feelings again

I took a break from this rap shit

But now I make it & put the flame to you bastards

Hold up, im to the money like a church to a pastor

What you say u bachelors better obey your master

It's way too many lames putting shame in the game they ain't gettin' far enough

I raise the bar on every bar & tell em get your bars up

I ain't gotta talk cash cause you know where its at

And I ain't gotta talk trash cause you already that

Y'all ain't even in my lane

I drop a track and make you rap **** feel the pain lookin' strange

So what you sayin'

Wait til I get my money right

Wait til I get my money

This for the hoes that just fronted on me

And for them **** that just clowned on me

I got something for ya

Wait til I get my money right

Wait til I get my money

This for the hoes that just fronted on me

And for them **** that just clowned on me

I got something for ya

And I ain't gotta brag talkin' bout paper that I had

I overcame the haters that just clowned on me and laughed

Then I apply pressure to them rappers in fear

Look at my crew it ain't no weak **** here we all ballin'

You think yo flow sick well ima spit yo ass a coffin

Straight dismantle and toss em bitch im bossin

And I ain't gotta worry bout none of these ****

You step to me you better hope a higher source with ya

Straight facts so give me a reason

The last rapper actin' hard ran back to his deacon

While pastor was preachin' and praying to jesus

Can't take the beatin' we clap em and leave em

Heathen you'll be eattin' with demons

They'll tear you to pieces and send you to Satan I know that you heated

It ain't a good look steppin' to me

You strugglin' remember that I do it effortlessly

It ain't a good look steppin' to me

You strugglin' remember that I do it effortlessly

Wait til I get my money right

Wait til I get my money

This for the hoes that just fronted on me

And for them **** that just clowned on me

I got something for ya

Wait til I get my money right

Wait til I get my money

This for the hoes that just fronted on me

And for them **** that just clowned on me

I got something for ya

But it dont even matter less chatter mo' cheddar

**** they know who better

D Miller im bout the scrilla

Pop a pill up and fill up your cup until its a spill-ah

Who you know do it better when I apply pressure

Makin' **** fold like the legs on a stretcher

You better get your mans or you'll be printing out his picture

And send em to the morgue so you ready for war

I rip a track and leave it battered bruised and scarred

Its the numero uno

You frontin' you ain't never move weight like sumo

You never whipped a foreign in your life **** we know so quit it

All my real G's roll the trees and get lifted

Shoutout to folarin cause everything I spit gifted

I rap circles round ya rap circle **** finished

Im sickenin'