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Yo, Eric, that's what it's called (Ayo, it feels different) (JJ, what you telling me fam?) (Telling me fam) Yo, pulling up in Richard Mills Pulling up in-, and it's kinda different, still And yo, it feels different when you come home to Double R's and Richard Mills (Richard Mills) (feels different) This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill I know this lifestyle ain't exactly what it seems I'm into real estate, TP, and buyin' up machines (what?) Yo 18k watch, wipe the dust off my old kettle Pushin' fat heads in my new metal (fat boys) Me, I'm just livin' what I'm used to Watchin' out for people that use you In my hood, they know I'm the "Who's-who" (they know who's who) Why's everybody rappin' like they're on tryna shoot niggas? Ain't cleaned a quarter mill' off two dinners Yo, cause' we can talk about life, I know exactly how it goes Before I ever bill a hood phone, I'd send it up the road When I was 17, I stacked about 17 And everyone knew I'd be a millionaire before I reached the cemetery And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price? My niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill' for a mixtape, 27 for a Brizzy What will be, will be Nightmares and hittin' one-on-ones The streets know me, I'm well known for runnin' money up On my block, I'm the reason everybody got to whippin' If my word is get him, then they're bringin' out the dingers (slide in, slide in) And yo, it feels different when you come home to Double R's and Richard Mills (feels different) (Richard Mills, Richard Mills) This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill' And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price? My niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill' for a mixtape, 27 for a Brizzy Let's get back to the hustlin' (back) Back to the trap phones pumpin' Goin' hard like I never had nothing Yo, it's different rules for different fools I'm investin' in bigger tools and droppin' them straight on the youngers 'Cah, I was like them, tryna find money to buy skengs 'Til I cleaned a whole mill' out the highlands And yeah, 'cause I can talk about the trap and all the losses I took Standin' up in court and seein' the judge throw me a book And that's what built me, M-O-E you feel me? Try and take my shit, better kill me Yeah, 'cause I'm the same little nigga, came up on a mad shift Ever sent five bricks on a mad trip Yo, 'cause if you knew better, do better I was on the exercise yard, two wetter's, takin' no check And yo, it's funny how they change when you progress And makin' no money makes no sense, Slim (Slim, Slim) And yo, it feels different when you come home to Double R's and Richard Mills (feels different) (Richard Mills, Richard Mills) This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill' And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price? My niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill' for a mixtape, 27 for a Brizzy (for a Brizzy) A-And yo, it feels different when you come home to Double R's and Richard Mills (feels different) (Richard Mills, Richard Mills) (JJ, what you telling me fam?) (Telling me fam) This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill' (hit a mill', hit a mill')
Writer(s): Oliver Przybylski, Jordan Williams, Jay Duggal, Eren Yesilcimen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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