Jimmy Fallon

(Milan, you really made it) I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out Niggas talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon No, I ain't talking bout no Meg, but my girl a Stallion Teacher robbed my bank account, got more than a thousand I could climb up any mountain Water my wrist, not talking fountain Stacks on stacks on stacks, I'm counting Bad lil bitch, I think she's Italian This not that hard, it don't take no effort Whole lotta red, not talking Carti, I feel like Clifford Sticking with my dogs, yeah, my German shepherds And I pray to God everyday, the lord's my Shepherd I'll worry about that after, lemme switch the chapter And I got the word everyday, feel like a pastor Looking at my numbers going up faster and faster And I jumped out the Porche, shoutout dirty Shout out my boy level Cut my board ain't talkin' hover And I'm always working hard, I don't got no time for slumber I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out Niggas talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon No, I ain't talking bout no Meg, but my girl a Stallion Teacher robbed my bank account, got more than a thousand