Bryan Mills

Della had to master the art of the game

Of the play that u wrote in the back of the basement

Brought it back to the tracks in the basement

For the land im the cavs how I lane splint

Saw the game Bryan mills imma take it

I will find you

It’s all bat shit hadda rearrange it

Can’t sit in one space or my brain twitch

Ion think it was fate that I make hits

Ain’t shit changed still grief in my backbone

Hadda act lone I was Mac and a tad Cole

Hopped right back in to the rap like a tad pole

Sang too much and I got a lil sad bro

Never needed help

Never took a break I was making it myself

Said I need space not the other way around

Still feel the pain and it never ever left

I’m a whole mess like my dresser by the bed

I was on 10 and I’m never ever less

I was like tame had to take a deep breath

I was made for the stage

I was made for the stress

I was made from a grain where there’s very few left

Yea my cloth ain’t same as the ones where the fame go straight to their head

No one like us

No one like me

Della why you gotta change beats

Cause I’m too bored of your week shit

The way I sew chords like a seamstress

Bang on ya bitch Mike breen shit bruh

Non stop

Flipped shit you would never know what I chopped

Fake spit they don’t really go off the top

Can’t miss even all my demos don’t