First off, shout out to uptown
And all of the straps hanging on my uptowns
Fake n***as wanna say what's up now
They know I'm on it so they wanna dodge the bus now
Well, I'mma still run your a** over
'no pants over, same short chubby n***a that they pa**ed over
'I'mma do it do the d**h, I'm going for the k**, no bff's
Got my own text, I don't need a breath
p**y I lead bloody period, PMS
Thinking you got a winner you can keep it up
Your girl is a dot, you don't mean nothing
I been toured down in the trunk, f** the high times and I only saw her once
That's a hell of a night, she got a hell of a frame
I'm one hell of a man and you's a motherf**ing lame
Act right or there'll be nothing left upon you
I put money on you like I'm betting on you
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My heart's no feeling there, where I'm from we turn n***as to disappearing acts
His baby mother called but he never hit her back
'Cause he in the bacon house dead, sleeping with the rats
Grew up with the Gs so I know how to read a track
Alphabet boys think a n***a can't hit 'em'
I'm just too cool, call me Millz D. Williams, I move too smooth
No Colt 45, though, but he caught 45, though, I got a 45 low
Uptown hustler till I go '
I'm a motherf**ing guard uptown, and since 'died I been the king of them bars uptown
And every day my squad uptown '
Whoever ain't feeling this, f** 'em, man'
Turn half of the chump shooters into goons and hitters
Used to look up to the cheese back in 1993
Now the young kids looking up to me, Milzz, n***a