Let my demon out

Aint no holy aint no god

My name is mill

I do any for the thrill

I do any for the bill

Residue just like the plaque

For real yeah for real

All my homie they all good

For real yeah for real

Aint no bitches i pursue

For real yeah for real

Back to attack now im back with the gat

Im back with a pack two decks with no hat

Im black with a tec, i follow the track

I shoot all the ped, i checkin the head

Buckshot, they do not want him back

Yeah i shop, on everything u sell

I swap the tale, king of the hell

Fuck what you tell, i-aint believe it

The bitches wanna take my life

I guess my album hit it

The only one i trust is her, but i guess she just leave it

The money on my sight always makes me wanna take it, i take it

Let my demon out

Aint no holy aint no god

My name is mill

I do any for the thrill

I do any for the bill

Residue just like the plaque

For real yeah for real

All my homie they all good

For real yeah for real

Aint no bitches i pursue

For real yeah for real

Dress out, i keep my class up

Put my name inna title people came out

They wanna hear me out

So i spit the fire off my mouth like for real

I don't give fuck bout them

Dont give a fuck no i dont give a damn like

Post on a gram, they all so shitty

Post on a gram, yall bitch so silly

Style so hype, just call me millie

No pain no gain in my vain, oh really

2 chains on my neck, diamonds all ice

Sleeve full leather, don't look the price

Kick brand new, no chili but spice

Pants so skinny i like them tights (uh)

Sally VW, Louis V, what a view

Man wanna be like drake, nike on check

And i hop in that skat, chased by police

It aint no turning back, im still on jet lag

My homie done bad, but i really wanna do some

Even though, that i know, i don't really wanna do wrong

Gone bad everytime, i don't really wanna do wrong

Bad habits, i just really be a man son

Jameson, damn alcohol make em dance son

Hands on

Sense on

And i hit it like a bam bom

Tense on

Mask on

Put a ten on me

Put a pen for me

Put the blame on me

Im just trynna get my chance on

Game's on

Fuck em all i'm on street

Show no smiles i don't show teeth

Bottle where i do the sip

I been movin me some feets

Move like wind y'all doin mid

Like occasion im so VIP

All my words, yeah i can keep (trust)

Do my promise, what's the price? (stop beat)

If i love you, fuck the size

So honest, can't take the lies

Aint no bs, aint no lays

Im so full, can't minimize

Y'all been falsefied, i live life you roll the dice like

Random yo' life, i doin my five

Three guns in box, twelve down onna roads

Fuck myself, aint doin no swipes

Black tint for the whip all clean aint cheap

Bitch play snitch, but im better than whoever

Sherlock in my bloods, me way better than you ever

It's a westside gang yea we goin out forever

It's a mill west's gang im way too clever

Let my demon out

Aint no holy aint no god

My name is mill

I do any for the thrill

I do any for the bill

Residue just like the plaque

For real yeah for real

All my homie they all good

For real yeah for real

Aint no bitches i pursue

For real yeah for real