13 Aces - RICHARD MILL

Sell a KD
Roll a gram
I gotta wash my hands
It's still corona goin round
And I ain't got a mask
I gotta shoutout to my son
Cuz life be comin fast
I'm tryna turn em to the one
And not be like his dad
Caught up in the mix
I told myself
That I won't let em grow up in the sticks
My intuition bad
But I was brought up takin risks uh
Shit get realer in the field
I'm tryna tell you how it is
I can't be stressin how I'm stressin
While I'm tryna raise my kid
I still got baby momma on me
A nigga gotta pay the bills
A nigga gotta keep it real
Wit all this fake shit around me
Snake shit around me
I been workin daily
On the graveshift around me
Talk behind my back
But they won't say shit around me
I remain the same
Still tryna change shit about me
Throw me in the grave
Before I go beyond the county (The feds)

Tick tock
Time be goin by
Just check the wrist watch
Fire in my eyes
And in yo bitch crotch
I can't coincide wit a snitch
Nah
Way before I die
I need that Rich-ard mil
New York State of mind
Been on my grind
Forreal
I can't tell a lie
I been the truth forreal
Order up a pack
Make sure it's va-cuum sealed

If ya moms and I don't work
I pray you heal from it
Sometimes it's better to let go
Than deal wit repercussions
I woulda gave up on my dreams
If I became ya husband
You brought the best up outta me
When u said I wasn't nothin
I'm bouta relapse
Ain't nobody come to see you Otis
Got back in focus
Eazyonthelens and on promotion
She wanna stroke it
Told her meet me at the back of strokers
Came fully loaded
I need the Benz the same way I be rollin
Just crash the boards
I'm gettin buckets
So I'm coast to coastin
I got these racks
And it's a fact
I hope the feds don't notice
Been quarantinin every weekend
Tryna keep my focus
I still be fightin wit my demons
Anytime I'm bored
They say that pressure
Only come from bein unprepared
They try to tell me I'm the one
I tell em that I'm well aware

And if you ever cross that line
We'll make you disappear
These niggaz live in primal fear
It's like they Richard Gere

Tick tock
Time be goin by
Just check the wrist watch
Fire in my eyes
And in yo bitch crotch
I can't coincide wit a snitch
Nah
Way before I die
I need that Rich-ard mil
New York State of mind
Been on my grind
Forreal
I can't tell a lie
I been the truth forreal
Order up a pack
Make sure it's va-cuum sealed

Woah woah woah
Yea

Written by:
Terrance Johnson Jr.

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