$pittillion$

Yeah this ain’t a song about money this is about a dream may seem a little

funny but it’s Not what it seems we all chasing that paper cause that’s how

it be they tell us thank us later but its all on me we all struggle with that 9 to

5 learn the tactics to survive know what to do in the promise land when we

arrive and make sure we got a nice whip that we can drive and then they

ask us how we got here bitch I had to strive I had to achieve everything I

thought I could never do I had to vision a reality where all my dreams were

coming true my self doubt killed me and drilled me and spilled me all over

walls it filled me with depression and made me question why I was even

writing cause it was world problems I was trying to solve my bars have

quite evolved since my first song and If you listen to the first mixtape you

know I'm back on and coming strong and shouldn't be long til I get the

record deal make my merchandise appeal but my production style may not

be Ideal but I still make songs that can heal and I'm gonna change the world that's

what I'll reveal but most importantly I tell em how I feel and this is how I spill

it excuse me how I spit it they falling behind cause half of em isn't with it

and I'll admit I wasn't made for this it's just my passion and it sets in to gear

when I put it in action felt like the main attraction when I started rapping and

trapping booming and bapping tippty tap tatting my feet to beat composing

shit they keep on repeat I hope I make em jump from there're seat when I take the stage make my

music bring em back to the good age 2020 got us locked in a cage

I'm bout to engage on a new beginning this is that real shit and the broken

records I'm spinning I just wanna make music and millions and spit my true

feeling to keep it in short terms I dream of spitillions

 

second verse probably not as good as first but the beats still bumping the music's

jamming feeling LeBron cause we dunking slamming jamming on the haters

tell them they can save that shit for later or you can just not bring it back

ever so basically you can save that shit for never cause these artist are

working there ass off at their craft but all they do is laugh and then they give

up but fuck em all cause a pen is the only thing you need to pick up then

keep jotting and write something that make em lift up shoot for the stars

like a rocket ship that achieved lift off and when you living your dreams I

hope you leave em pissed off cause some people wanna make music and

millions to keep it in short terms they dream of spittillions