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Prod by The Arsenals (Intro) Yea Look I was talkin to my nigga Marvey the other day And he said the hardest thing that he could’ve do is tell someone to live I was like bro, that’s what a magician might’ve do And when I drop lid he said no doubt But you can’t teach em, you know what I’m sayin? You can only show em Or it takes the lead as the go whenever you went up to scare to I been out 30 and let’s go there then (Verse) Look, wutchu know bout runnin shit daily? Opportunities, we take heat On this path that’s to success and I’m rockin these clicks because I chase dreams Was blessed with a great team Team strong, that’s the A Team Yall B Squad Quit hatin and frontin and claimin you don’t know who we are I’ve been modest with you fuck niggas No niggas fuckin with I I done told em I be on in a minute Now they actin fuckin surprised I popped up right in front of they eyes Letras de cancionesLike hello motherfucker hey hi How you doin? And they call me Mr. Miles, boy this that movement (Interlude) I swear, yeah So I remember my nigga Cristo here He stop going in the show, I was like You sure about that man? And he’s like – I’m not ready Nigga, I feel you Told me bout to make history, I was like truth be told I’ll probably be right there with you in due time man He said, well we only got one life so we might as well live this shit You know what I’m sayin? (Verse) I told my niggas we smooth They let me get in my groove Mars was trippin bout takin off school I simply told er we cool I swear Watch young little guy become a stand up And handle his and give you that early retirement you planned for Can’t help but think I was built to run in this game up late To where these days and nights become one and the same, Insane but never sleep because I don’t fuck with her cousins So I ain’t gon never stop so go tell whoever I’m coming in this song (Interlude) In this song Um, I remember I got on Twitter one day and my nigga Doug, C3 the name was like Man, give us 2 years, we gon be in Vegas partying Poppin bottles, all crazy bitches everywhere I was like – I feel it Real shit, give us six months Six months and we gon be on man She was like yea That’s real shit (Verse) See, I talk my shit ‘cus I wanna Who else you know that go harder? Louie belt hold up these sevens, smelling like Dolce & Gabbana I’m tryna achieve what me and my team dreamin The where our only concern is valet fuckin up our seatin A late bloom in first class, a WiFi on the plane Playin Words With Friends with yo bitch And it’s shout out be running gang A cold blooded reptilian, I be killin em all Slowly, no issues, you all know who official Mr. Miles nigga. From Letras Mania