[Verse 1: Millz]

Uh, Sorry Tyga..

It's Millzy on this beat, straight defeat, yeah I'm through with it

They arrive on they feet, but hit they knees then I'm through with chicks

I knew ya chick, I do ya chick, it's so typical

Like there's no ground below man I'm never gon' fail

I mean fall, ball like Jeremy Lin

Bitch I'm insane, all throughout not just my membrane

Spit a lot you see my phlegm change

I'm nasty, no Nancy Drew, I'm a genius i'll fancy you

With lyrics that make scholars think that I am the man at schools

I don't attend to, these rappers is just gym dudes

They sweat me, don't let me get out my bed cause I will squash dudes, ahh!

"Mr.Sosa calm down, I know you're going through some things that seem a lot now

But honestly you're sick, these half wits ain't got shit, on you, sir

They can't see you: blur

So get back on this song, drop some dopage I could bump & please oh please.."

(CRANK THIS MOTHERFUCKER UP)

[Verse 2: Millz]

Pi-pi-pi-Pilot Posse, flyest posse

Got some shawtys, hot as Rocsi

All these mothafuckas claiming they could stop me, do it!

Like Alicia Stacey Brittany Murphy, you're not girls your breasts aren't perky

But I am very sure you motherfuckers Clueless

Nigga I'm my favorite rapper, snapper, on the beat

These niggas Snapple when they speak, that's shit is sweet

But rappers nowadays is fruity

So listen when I'm spitting I'm out this world I'm out yo' vision

And my lyrics make a nigga say my tunes is so looney

[Verse 3: Millz]

I'm creative, I'm sedated by the fame and all these haters

Who don't wanna see me make it, Cause I'm a rapist on these beats

Bi-Bi-Big Ben ho, tell yo friend friends & foes

That when I get in the game that's the en-end ho

She blow like Nitendo, 64

To see me blow up in her face like they showing clips of war on TV

To some it's a disgrace but like Em say man they're all just weenies

Well, weenies in beanies

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Millz]

I'm a killer ain't no realer, fire spitter, dope dealer

Beat killer, in this villa, that we call the rap game

No masturbation here but I'm feeling myself

Dudes begging for a feature cuzz they really need help

I mean i've only been rapping for a year or so, give or take

Now I'm great, & all your girlfriend blaring so

Hop up off my dicky, & let your girlfriend licky, then dippy

Cause it's M.O.B I'm 'bout my cheese like Mickey, I'm icky

I'm raw like no rubber on my stiffy

Give me a beat & it's dead for certain no iffy

Be done quick then back to your girl in a jiffy

And while she on my dicky, her friends stay on the balls like Jimmy..

Rollins, I'm a pilot I rocks bitches well: collins

I am the sickest nigga, not considered sickest nigga

They just do not get the picture, or the picture of the picture that I see

Please just listen to me

(Acapella) [Verse 5: Millz]

Uh, I'm such a beast, no one competes

I'm at a level I can't see, Ron Jeremy can't fuck with me

And luckily I'm sexy so I'm chillin' with a hotty, gorgeus face decent body

& she say she rep the posse, so she twist it up & throw it

Like a poet, I got lyrics, but fairness is what my fear is

Been fucking 'round with depression, I know it's shocking to hear this

For some who think I'm the man, or some who think I am fearless

They don't know that this stress has been blurring up all my mirrors

Cause my eyes is teary, & my mind is weary

But when my lyrics resort to violence, it's fucking scary

So I smoke weed like I got cancer

As I search for their questions, they wait for my answers

I'm meerly a kid with outlandish expectations

But it's crazy as I do good it only brings on hating

These niggas test my patience, they tryna make me a patient

It's fucked up, it's racist, since I'm black I'm just another rapper

But fuck it & if you listen to this and hate, you're just another actor

You're faking, you know it, your acting's getting sloppy

Cause everybody knows it's Pilot Posse who gon stop me?

NOBODY