F. Mills - 0-100 #TrekGang freestyle lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Yeah, Trek, fresh from Cali man Sorry for the delay [Verse 1: F. Mills] Yeah, the only reason I ain't signed yet Not only wanna receive em I wanna sign checks I been a leader how the f** imma sign to a dealer I'm the connect I make the shipments You bagging up fillers But here's the thing I know the facts see you still a believer The whole ting my whole team they some overachievers That mean we working while you home how it feel when you see us On every screen I bet you scream Like them hoes when they peep us You should walk up and be humble and greet us The other option you attempt and fumble tryna defeat us No you should speak when you spoke to, I mean this Money talks, see that sh** ain't involving you either I mean this kid is all wrong his demeanor He dropping songs what's the point if ain't all of em heaters I mean that sh** ain't resolving it neither How I'm spitting make these weaklings dissolve in this ether Oh boy you just did it to yaself boy To go against me you need to step up ya wealth boy You need to check on ya health boy Smelling yaself you need to check what you smelt boy f** that Fred you gotta chill sh** I'm on a pace from a thousandaire to a mill sh** I'm worth more so you can keep that dollar bill sh** Spitting that feeling adrenaline rushing real sh** Oh boy Trek gang told me to go for it They really want it They really want it, just know boy Flow down bottom It had to come from the floor boy It wasn't open I had to kick down the door boy Had to change up my career on em They was hating was too complacent I steered from em Now I'm racing they see my face and they still want em I'm never going back Jack I'll do a Phil on em All you n***as now working for me If you don't like it ain't no room left for you on this team Now go away and let off of some steam When you come back all you facing is me For your time off you now owe us a fee Accepting payments ain't collecting ain't over a G sh**, I just do this for family f** if they don't understand me, I'm out for Grammys haa sh** I'm out for Grammys hahhh f** if they don't understand me ah, ah, ah I told my boy the other night This here got be aight Just call my sister for them flights haaa [Outro: F. Mills] Thinking back when I moved from Atlanta to Cali Reflecting thoughts of my life, while I'm riding through them valleys Sadly I don't miss home Knew I had to get gone Family's all I got, so my pa**ion is just to get on Chicago's where my heart is Yeah that's where my start is The reason I'm an artist Though she stood from afar there's Feelings on this track back when I loved her, was the farthest Guess it's for the best though Just some sh** was on my chest though yeah