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Styles P

Make Millions From Entertainment

 

Make Millions From Entertainment

(album: The Green Ghost Project - 2010)


Yo, Alchemist
Fuck everything

Eastcoast Mc's, down south Mc's
Never fucking forget who's the hardest Mc
You on the MTV list
I put you brains all over your MTV crib
Whoever wrote that, XXL list
I double excel whoever you felt spit
All these niggas with these ABC raps
Me I kick G raps
Guns bust, keys wrapped
Fuck niggas never bothered me
Favourite four words, this is a robbery
Next few words could be
Pardon me, that was an artery
I don't know who the fuck started me
You think you nice? I wonder who lied to you
You butter, I'ma knife, I slide through you
You think you lying where you live I'll ride to you
Just one deep, not crew deep
Put three holes in you, just like a loose leaf
Or a bunch of holes in you, just like a kufi
If you know God or the devil, introduce me
It's the Ghost brother
Get treated like a big bag of weed and get motherfuckin smoked brother
Cut the dumb shit, 'cause I run shit
You can get harmed when my palm's on the gun grip
All I want is millions, thousands and hundreds

"I made millions from entertainment"

I'm money hungry, who's serving?
We can go to war like the spartans and the persians
Riding in suburbans with the couches and the curtains
Who's ruthless? I know I am
Make you sniff uncut dope out of Thailand
Can't see the God from the lens out the sky cam
Play the five ride or the six ride
Get the baking soda tell em boys let the bricks fly
Keep the bar buzzed and the piff high
Put you on the ground cause I ain't letting shit fly
Too many fake niggas, with their fake ice
Talking fake shit, you got a fake life
'38 in your mouth, tell me what the taste like
See me stop, like you just seen grave lights
Get gassed nigga, that's your ass nigga
50 cent gem star watch how I slash niggas
From the forehead to the adam's apple
I'ma battle man, you a battle rapper
I'm talkin real life shit
Body dead, money missing real crisis
Real niggas know real talk
Word to the money knot and every dollar peeled off
Word to every nigga that, got his top peeled off
Catch me in the Corvette, high when I peel off

"I made millions from entertainment"

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