Mill-Ticket - Intellectual

[Intro]

I got used to the plastic

I'm from the section where they touch and slap you up with a ratchet

Keep it real with me

This shit killing me and you ain't feeling me

This shit killing me

And You ain't feeling me

[Verse 1]

You ain't feeling me

I refuse to let energy, stop my son from watching his cartoons

These bamboons in the woods they want' take me out

Devil is on my shoulder I swear I can't see no safer route

Went and got a rod

I'm no longer with it from the shotus

Could've been a crash dummy, instead I kept my composure

If you got it from that rat, give it back that pussy told us

I ain't ever had no feelings baby just tell me it's over

Keep it real with me

I'm 'round them niggas every day 'cause they gone kill with me

Moms watched her hands she ain't trying deal with

And I got niggas who want kill for me

'Cause they know I'm the mill ticket

[Chorus]

Aye keep it real with me(Aye, just keep it real with me)

I'm 'round them niggas every day 'cause they gon' kill with me(Yeah, I know they gon' kill with me)

Moms watched her hands she ain't trying to deal with me(I know she ain't trying to deal with me)

I got niggas who gon' kill for me

They know I'm the mill ticket(Yeah, they know I'm the mill ticket)

You better know I'm the mill ticket

[Verse 2]

I'm up now

Way up

What that mean

Devil working harder

I fucked my girl and heard voices

It might be my daughter

Or my handsome ass son, either way I'm finna be a father

And you know I'm real greedy(Fuckin' right)

I'm Mister Leg And An Arm

For example

A long with that grow house

We need a farm

Watch and Band in my hand

Drum under the horn

I'm more worried 'bout hurricanes

I got used to the storm

Shit crazy, I really meditate in the trap

We ain't have no where to go, so we used to stayed in the trap

Now we trap

Pen, Pad, and a Strap