Millyz - Fire in the Booth

On the verge of destruction
I stop trapping im off white like Virgil or something
Smiling on the outside
Beneath the surface im suffering
Barely speaking to my family
I haven't heard from my cousins
Bro escaping from the pain
He let the percs become him
Tatted like my passport
They always search me in customs
I know god got my life and i put no one above him
But i know the devils on my soul
Thats why this rifle is russian
When im solo i ain't solo
If you get it you get it
This ain't ??jala?? in every verse
And middle finger to critics
8 series but i used to hit them zans in the civic
I pull a double park where ever
Fuck it bring me the ticket

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