This beat is originally 8 minutes long, we don't need that lol


Prod. C.Mill$

Lyrics:

goin over speed limit drove so fast
spent ten cents just to double that bag
doing double takes
just to watch me double back
i remember days when it’s all that i had
just tryna stuff a knapsack
pockets looked empty 
so i sealed it up quick
stuffed up big glads
in the back
shits turned up 
just like i struck a match
smells like gas in here
pop perc or a flask in here
kick back and bask in the air
hold up baby 
have no fear
my bat wings
yea 
they’re made of steel
see how good that feel
eyes rollin in ya head like you popped a pill
like copperheads
tryna cop a feel 
writhing in the field
ringing in ya ear
hitting c notes
check the highlight reel

see how good it feel?
heart thumping like an 808
little patience know i don’t wait
better make it a date
tour dates coming soon 
so dont be late
get high
fucked up now im breaking plates
phasing in and out of outer space
switching interstates
checking license plates
had to splinter cells
spot the real from the fake uh

sorry playa 
don’t hate
talking shit
while you eat the cake
rolling through some backwoods
friends waiting on me at the lake
crossed some lines
had to wake and bake
many things we got to celebrate
manifest my dreams
look ma i washed em like some dirty greens
now we all got plates


in the bay gyrating
aint no need to get irate
since birth tryna stack c’s 
then it turned ‘to a million dollar business
already knew what the deal is
can’t deny that you feel dis
already know what the real is
blood in the street
yet you cant kill this
C.Mill$ wanna heal dis
world
ya heard?
uh
ya heard
big empress on my shit
say word

pingpongingthoughts

A little conversation with James Baldwin about race relations with black folks in America.

The title is a play on the first track, how the path black folks have to walk has to be a straight and narrow one.

(Note: there is dated language in this track.)

Prod. C.Mill$

straight'n'arrow

A lil didi about some things lol

 Prod. kø

Lyrics:

Why ya ass still playa Hating
got to be my chain
that ya yanking
All these shots you don’t take 
pass me the rock
Riding for my city 
til the casket drops
heard we coming with the flock
Touch on one of us 
gonna get ya ass popped
Niggas hanging on the corner 
like we bought the block 
On the low going MIA
Why you acting shocked
Twelve Passing by 
not tryna get my ass clocked
Not with them ass shots
Til my last breath 
I say fuck a op
Got Riders till I die so my pen don’t stop
Screaming free my people 
so I’m bussin on a cop
They wiping out my people
It’s ethnic cleansing on my block
My words got multiple meanings
 first love was hip hop
Silver Lining these hooks
Got plays in my books
You know I can’t stop

Tryna make ya head nod
Trippin over ya steps
We don’t fuck with flip flops
Coming at this shit like punk rock
Just Tryna make it pop 
Grinding on this shit 
til The day I hit the top
Spitting trill shit
Real niggas know I’m talking bout
Got a rainbow coalition 
And we take over your block
Flaming on the feds 
cause they made my block hot
Make us seem like demons
when we really really not uh huh
when we really really not uh huh

Treesixmentirosa

written and produced by : C.Mill$

Lyrics:

How much better
Can I show my love for you
And say I do, I do
I do

How much better
Can I show my love for you
Then say I do, I do
I do

How much better
Can I show my love for you
How much better
Can I show my love for you
How much better
Can I show my love for you
And say I do, I do
I do

How much better
Can I show my love for you
And say I do, I do
I do

FaiTh.

written and produced by: C.Mill$

Lyrics:

Motivated by the money mane
Yeah
Green leaving me comatose
Couple times I fucked up the bag
Yeah
Always running back
You know?

Knew I'm the coolest cat around
Yeah
Soaking up rays in train windows
Uh
Looking like a different person now, yeah
Well depending on the angle, yeah

Kindred forming from broken homes
Clocking times with the greatest now
Thinking back on days I lost my mind
Yeah
Knew you weren't fucking with methough

Motivated by the money mane
Yeah
Green leaving me comatose
Couple times I fucked up the bag
Yeah
Always running back
You know?

Knew I'm the coolest cat around
Yeah
Soaking up rays in train windows
Uh
Looking like a different person now, yeah
Well depending on the angle, yeah

Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, you with me now
Yeah, you with me now
Uh, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah
Soaking up the sun and train windows
Green leaving me comatose
Ay, yeah, uh

Run it back, run it back, yeah
Run that pack, run that bag, run that track, uh

Meow, meow, uh
Meow, meow, uh

Meow, meow, uh
Yeah, uh- huh
Meow, meow, uh
Meow, meow, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh- huh
Meow Meow

Cat Call Waiting

written and produced by: C.Mill$

Lyrics:

Pulled through ideation daily
Trapping myself in loops
Sacrifice to save me
Beaten down by Melpomene
Year after year
Day after day
Drudging self from the swamp of the haze
Through simple tasks
Who else could blame me
Billowed through the years
I got tired of that task
Thought it was something that I needed to take the pressure off the self-made mask

Feel like Alice in the Box that you put me in
Telling folks to eat it cause this someone never fit in
Days filled with exile, well I'm seeing the blue
Blood on the page
Just to spill the truth

Thalia befriended me
After meeting Mel

Viva voce lacerations
Lamented afflictions
Morph through hell

Each babble felt like thorns on this fresh flesh
Frayed threads on my birthday suit
Damn what's next

Uh

Frayed threads on my birthday suit
Damn what's next

(Uh uh)

Rolling stone feeling landlocked
Said 'love hurts'
Knew it wasn't true
At the crossroads again
Waiting on a devil in a blue dress
Reading in between power lines
Felt like I'm biding time
Tried to dirty up my vibes
Acting like I got nine lives again

Spitting games to my best friend
'Sex symbol worth a milli'
Hit the track running now
I'm popping wheelies
'They ain't hearing what you feeling'
or at least what they used to say
When they come around my way
Now it's me tucking myself in

At the end of my days
Damn


Now it's me tucking myself in at the end of my days

(I really hate to say I miss you)

Psych0drama

written and produced by: C.Mill$
Lyrics:
Remember days when I was working
Thinking about the last time I felt it's worth it
Believing shit would be perfect
Pulling banana sticks
With extendo clips
Scene looking perfect

Yeah, I'm feeling nervous
Tugging on my sleeves
And my stomach's always hurting
Pop a pill
Stuff a Fronto leaf till its burnt
Hope it's worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope that it's working

Remember days when I was worthless
Thinking about the last time I felt it's worth it
Believing shit would be perfect
Pulling banana sticks
With extendo clips
Scene looking perfect

Perfect

Horrorshow

written by: C.mill$
produced by: The Pharmacist

Lyrics:
Shooting in the gym like my name is Jordan
Peep you listen with intent to
This recording
Waiting for a name drop like a label
Fill my insides like a navel
Waxed and waned
Who bang
You banging on my heart

Known not leave your ears ringing
Come up on your chain hanging
In my ass like I'm huffing RUSH
With an attitude
She my Rosarita
Way she blooming plumes
Know to hide in circles
When I'm sad and feeling blue

Oversized shoes
Heard my slurred blurbed words
Acting like you know the fuck that I been through

Had to change my point of view
Different shades of blue
Least I try to
Also known to buy the hood some fried food
Post to post to bend back like some bamboo
Cleaning needles out the streets
See me bussin by fools
Over here pressing buttons using pro tools

I'm just icing my cool
Know that I've been lied to
Forged my independence, Fourth of July fools
Fucking super-sized dudes
Smoking twaxed blunts by my lonesome
Turn my love into a biz

Damn
I really thought that I'd manage in these bitch

Okay
Dipped to corner pharmacists
Main ones brought me bliss
Blood flow to double helix
Flick of the wrist
Checks do assist

Inhale, exhale
Yea you know the feeling well
Chopped and screwed my ass up
Time to pass me double funds
Now I ash you like my double-sized blunts
In my double-sized cup
Keep my plan
No fronts

Past tense fucked my stomach up
Now I need some Tums
With a double cup of rum

So bottoms up
Thirst for blood
We do this shit for fun
Poppin off at the mouth
Like I'm not on a run

Smooth curves and verbs
Sounding so appealing
Yo ski slopes left you kneeling
Think you need a double healing
It's so appealing, yet so revealing uh
Dimed and nickeled us to death

Won't you give that shit a rest
Jamming like So So Def
So you better pay respects
Screaming in my head
Almost made me deaf
Tried like Dej Loaf
Gonna get your ass obsessed

Divvy up the slices cause we making loads
Spittin' like Rick Ruben
Dripped in double pressed gold
Heard I'm ice cold
Neck is froze
So obnoxious
Yet so self conscious
Can't leave without one of my watches
Watch this uh

I'm just making compromises

Even though that I'm mindless
And you know I'm bout my pockets

Got shit to tied up like some motherfucking lockets

Lockedon shit like a motherfucking rocket
I'm out of this world
Mind going round and round like a sprocket

I'm out of my mind uh
It's no surprise uh
Open eyes, open minds huh

Compromises

written and produced by: C.Mill$

Lyrics:

Cardboard wrapped in sulofane
Shiny Charizard in the rain
Anytime that phone would ring

Hope you never call again
Cause you call me out my name
Used to be a love but I'll never fall again

Thought we could be friends
Repulsed by holding hands
Deeper pockets for your deposits
Cut my loose ends
Only way my phone will ring
Learned to by my own diamond things
Diamond rings
Show myself all the finer things

Hit the road anytime you swerve
Since I bumped a curve
Portraits painted fine lines
In the meantime, I'll be getting mines
Breaking dimes
Writing my own rhymes
Just to bide the time

Grinning grinding at receivers
As I hit decline
Ring of fire round my heart
Since I walked that fine line
Ever since we've been apart
I've been doing fine
No one can replace you boy

You know you be lyin

Made my heart go limp
Fancams to OnlyFanners
Strolled in like a pimp
With bad table manners
We look good
We cook good
And we got the smoke

Lit this blunt life with this shit
Since you double barrel choked
One man militia
Since you want the smoke

Don't catch me G riding with my folks
Headed hell bound
Down PCH
Gotta get out of town
Not much more a this that I can take now

Grabbed all my money
Now I got no skills
Damn near resorted
To popping pills
Couldn't even pay my fucking bills

Took a knee like Teebow
I'm not a fake
It's just my ego

Syndromes had me fooled
I'm landing on my free throw
Looking cool

Origin story
Uh, this a negro
Now I'm getting money
And I'm stacking zero
This is just some battles that I've won
Till next time
Free my people and your mind

Stay on your grind
You'll be just fine

Just stop watching mines
Uh

Don't let anyone ever believe you're not worth it
You can do anything you set your mind to
Just try to birth it

Fuck those that don't believe in you
Fuck those that don't support you
Fuck them if they don't ride
Fuck those that watch you from the sidelines
Then try to slide

Ain't no handouts
This ain't Pimp My Ride
Get hit with no reply

Uh, call denied
He's a piece of humble pie
Uh

Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
not not not my people

Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
not not not my people

Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
not not not my people

Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Kill your ego

All I Do Is Think Of You...

A poem about pain.

written and produced by: C.Mill$

Lyrics:
The pain
The pain
Pitter patter against the window pane
Flowing freely
Like September rain
The pain

Rising as early as the morning sun
Leaves you wrung out and strung out
The pain
Kisses you tenderly
But leaves you with a shortness of breath
The pain
That muffles memories but brings back those lost
The pain
Lovers lived and lovers lost

The pain
The coldness of your words
Brings strength to my fists
During nights I think of dripping wrists

The pain, the pain
The pain is all I can think about nowadays
The pain, the pain
The pain that I had just for you and me

The pain, the pain that I had
The pain that I kept
The pain that I keep
The pain that helps me sleep
The pain that makes me weak

The pain

The last thing to remind me I'm still living

The pain,
Is all I have left

The pain
The pain
The pain
The pain
The pain
The pain
The pain

(See how she dances...)

Art Of Love And War

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A lil remix I did of Three 6 Mafia - Sippin’ on Some Syrup.

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