[Intro: Mike Millennium]
Yeah?
Yeah?
Uh-huh
(Laugh)
Ugh
Oh Kay?

[Verse 1: Mike Millennium]
I'm only 16, tryna' live a big dream
Get rich, and drive fast cars like Lightning McQueen
I'm just a nigga from the bottom tryna' get green
And work my way up so that I can be on top like whip cream
Yeah im just tryna get ahead like a snapback
I got my city on my back like a back pack
They tryna stop me from getting cheese like a rat trap
And want me caged up like a lab rat
Nigga I be grindin' super hard, to shine like a super star
Got my niggas with me and they ridin' like a super car
I ain't tryna' do it big I'm tryna' do it super large
Tryna' ball like a fucking shooting guard
On my grind, all the time, just to shine, like a fucking shooting star
And I'm spitting stupid bars so that I'll go super far
In my life cuz it's a course and I'm tryna' shoot for par
Man I'm something out this world like I fucking grew on Mars
Well of course I'm just tryna' do it major and get this paper
Gotta' put food on the table, just like a waiter
Put my problems aside and worry bout them later
I got cash on my mind, ain't worried bout a hater
Yup, And I'm just tryna' make a million
It's funny how money make niggas change like a chameleon
My last name should be Myers cuz of the way I be killing them
And I'm super ill, times a thousand, Mike Millennium

[Verse 2: Young Ace]
Y-A-T-F, dealin' with this BS
Like I'm rappin' under water man my flow will always be wet
Climb up to my spot your goin' down like a v-neck
Heard he talkin' ruthless, we came through, um he checked
And my goonz ready for any situation, I mean we set
And anybody doubtin' me is hatin' I can see that
Cuz we blessed and he stressed like he really depressed
They drop and get it poppin', never stoppin' so they coppin', I'ma goblin' make you reset
I refresh, this game when I rap, no sleep I think I need rest
Half of the stuff I write down and I spit I never regret
Start a beef with me that's a decrease to the population
Know this girl name Denise and you know that she be cakin'
I go right through these lyricist
They hate to see me, make a mirror pissed
And I'm takin' over no terrorist
I got em' so shock they need a Therapist
And listen up cuz' what I'm about to spit, I educate these rap boys
And it's show n' tell, so go and tell, when I kill a rat, rat poison
Money on my mind, so I'm havin' rich thoughts
Zero dollars in my pocket so I'm kind of pissed off
So I'ma grind, get my pockets fatter, get on tracks and cause disaster
Straight up kill and slaughter rappers, glisten, lip gloss, Ace