The Walk Out

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Jae Millz - Rap

The Walk Out

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[Intro:] I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on Fuck it Smoke something bitch [Verse:] Ok I know these niggas think they swaggin right? But at the rate these niggas goin And the rate that I'm flowin I ain't racin, I'm floatin on the track Double time, watch me lap em twice Kill his career, email it to his after life They said they want that old Millz back So I brought that old Millz back Now your favorite don't seem half as nice Niggas throwin darts like I don't catch em Ain't get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin It's all rap til somebody stretch em Now its funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven You hear them horns nigga? Where I'm from you could die for talkin foul And really be dead wrong nigga I run circles round these niggas All caught up in they emotions Put some skirts around these niggas Talkin bout bricks and ain't no work around these niggas You's a middle's man middleman little man I don't give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitch And I be too high for fuckerie That's why I pray to the Lord above He keep me far away from where you suckas be Ain't nobody in this world gotta fuck with me I'm Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me Sound real ignorant, don't I? But only judge what you see through your own eyes Medicated weed got me in a coma That mid got you low, I'm high, oh my They woke me up now he is back I had someone tell me I fell off Ouu I needed that Millz [Outro:] I had someone tell me I fell off Ouu I needed that Word! DP2 Vintage I'm out B

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