Percy Miller

INTRO:

 Ay, truth be told, there's no limit to what I'm doing, man. Whatever you think is going on, it's a lot more.

      

CHORUS:

 Okay, okay, more life, more power. I was down bad for hours.

 Days, weeks, months, years, had to come get what was ours. **** left ain't sour. The double back can't allow it.

 Hunnid ways to make a couple thousand like Percy Miller, I'm bout it!

      

VERSE:

 Where the funds at? Tell em run that, gotta find a way to get it!

 We been shooting shit at Ebbets, made the money wasn't looking for credit.

 Funny feeling when you checking your debit, the numbers nice, but it start with a negative. That put blood in my eyes when I reminisce, Lucero Ferraro for the hell of it.

 Okay, he's that man, so say he's on plan love hoes, this is not chance fuck who? She just danced.

 Tell the label to keep the advance, cause I'm really deserving the stock.

 Ayo ho, what's up with your mans? Cause I'm the one serving da uh,

 Mystery Coop, that's me. I'm at 40 deuce on the screen. **** sayin wow, still weak.

 Tryna figure how we gon eat. If the trigger's out, better squeeze. Gotta look around for the D. Don't you make a sound when they breathe. I ain't goin down to the beam.

      

VERSE 2?:

 Vagabond **** still flexin, where we gon tell me what's the message?

 Whole lotta effort, no essence. So sad, shit is depressing.

 Got in the game, my heart went hollow, what it takes to make it to the top

 I know they want me to be McDonald's, Me, I'm more of Ray Kroc

 Me, so the whores they watch, He, so the Lord won't stop, Peace, I been on new rocks, Keys, for the doors they lock, Everything's open.

 You can see what I did with devotion, trapped my body by my locomotive.

 If you get it, then put it in motion, Black Barbie and I'm beepin the ocean,

 In the pink, I got one in a stink, Out in Cali, I been puffin a potion

 Got me balanced, I could run on a ring.

 Fella cabs, I was ridin in Lincolns, mind going and my patience shrinking

 but it feel like we sinkin, L. A. B. B., what the fuck is you thinkin

      

CHORUS:

 More life, more power I was down bad for hours

 Days, weeks, months, years, had to come get what's ours.

 **** left ain't sour, The double back can't allow it.

 Hundred ways to make a couple million Like Percy Miller, I'm bout it!