Jimmy Fallon

(Milan, you really made it)

I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out
Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out
Niggas talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now
But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down
I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent
When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon
No, I ain't talking bout no Meg, but my girl a Stallion
Teacher robbed my bank account, got more than a thousand

I could climb up any mountain
Water my wrist, not talking fountain
Stacks on stacks on stacks, I'm counting
Bad lil bitch, I think she's Italian
This not that hard, it don't take no effort
Whole lotta red, not talking Carti, I feel like Clifford
Sticking with my dogs, yeah, my German shepherds
And I pray to God everyday, the lord's my Shepherd
I'll worry about that after, lemme switch the chapter
And I got the word everyday, feel like a pastor
Looking at my numbers going up faster and faster
And I jumped out the Porsche, shoutout dirty
Shout out my boy level
Cut my board ain't talking hover
And I'm always working hard, I don't got no time for slumber

I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out
Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out
Niggas talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now
But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down
I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent
When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon
No, I ain't talking bout no Meg, but my girl a Stallion
Teacher robbed my bank account, got more than a thousand