Milds & Yak

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Hiding from all of my problems, looking for Jesus to solve them Ain't no Batman, this ain't Gothem I [?] I bought them Don't fuck [?] I might sock him We cannot kick it like soccer They send them shots like [?] These niggas chop like [?] I cannot talk to my mama 'Cause she might see that I lost her Know you can't get [?] I'm tryna get to the crib and watch [?] In these hills, I gotta pay these bills, [?] I'm in the shiney crib When they overlook me, asking [?] Gotta talk my shit, and they just looked that way Like they [?] I know that's a lie, they looking [?] past my eyes Niggas talk down and patrinise But [?] back of they knees, [?] surprise [?] disrespectfull Say fuck y'all, and I don't mean sexual Weed lemonade, that's my isencials I got crodentials, I'm off my mental I'm off my rock band, can't stand feeling like a dead man [?] in bed, no [?] [?] no deadpan We can be the greatest if they let us Haters [?] niggas never met us I be [?] Adams Family, I just let it Fester [Chorus: Michael Christmas] I'm myles in that yak, my [?] like a track meet I ain't running shit, but my problems [?] I'm tryna stay to myself, can't take a break, [?] play with your health Niggas don't like when you moving in stealth, this is the shit you gotta do for your wealth Sacrifices [Verse 2: Innanet James] [?] I'm tough as leather, I was [?] Slide on Prada steppers, [?] mama brand new bills [?] spending bills until they wither [?] days when I was broke, [?] never broke [?] Slipper skipper [?] I was rolling deezel, roll enough to roll a Nascar Call my damn car, so damn fast, them niggas can't [?] Sixty seconds [?] missing for days In the hills, where I'm hiding the safe Save change, what a beautiful day Getting money, what a beautiful play Free game, great game, kept clean [?] It's different, it just is what it is You ain't tricking if you got it to spend You ain't tripping if you got it to smoke And my brothers, they gon' ride spokes Love my bitches, they gon' die for Onomatopoeia, I flow Say James, let them all smoke Say James, let them all know Keep your woods and your [?] rolled Smell the weed through the hall, no Knowing me, I got a lot rolled I ain't tripping, we can all smoke [?] [Chorus: Michael Christmas] I'm myles in that yak, my [?] like a track meet I ain't running shit, but my problems [?] I'm tryna stay to myself, can't take a break, [?] play with your health Niggas don't like when you moving in stealth, this is the shit you gotta do for your wealth Sacrifices