Millyz - Role Model lyrics
Millyz [Miles Hadley] Cambridge, Massachusetts. U.S. 🇺🇸
Millyz's authenticity shines through in "Role Model," capturing the attention of listeners who appreciate his genuine approach to rap. One follower describes the track as "real talk," highlighting the relatability and rawness that Millyz brings to his music.
[Millyz - Role Model lyrics]
Wash away my sins with that dirty water
Grew up with the stick-up kids
And the drug importers got dropped dimes
We toted nickels and we slung them quarters
Now my passport blasted
I've crossed a hundred borders
That merch been selling like it's meth
We trying to cover orders
My old heads aint teach me
Shit they were fucking snorters out of line
I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written
God's my only author
Salutations! Life or death
We made evaluations self made
No longer seeking no one's validation
100 bottles in the club that
We valet the Wraith in
I learned that love and hate
Is the same thing, it's all adjacent
Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay
Fuck em if they feel a way
Exactly what my killers say
Signed up with my soul
They cashed me out a couple Mill today
My youngin's in the streets
I flew them out so they don't drill today
And it's so hard to be a role model
While I'm fighting with my own demons
Pouring out this gold bottle I
Was all alone scheming
I took those streaming checks
And spent them on these stones gleaming
Out of touch, might cut my phone off
For the whole weekend
Isolated from the world
Sometimes I stay in my bubble
Firearm in my possession
Hundred K in this duffle
My mama told me, count ya blessings
You got angles above you
I'm out of touch and I keep stressing
Trying to stay out of trouble
Say in my prayers i'm on this lonely road
I'm sliding putting these drugs into my
Body till I'm vibing
Forty on me in this coupe
This world is violent
Grew up with the stick-up kids
And the drug importers got dropped dimes
We toted nickels and we slung them quarters
Now my passport blasted
I've crossed a hundred borders
That merch been selling like it's meth
We trying to cover orders
My old heads aint teach me
Shit they were fucking snorters out of line
I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written
God's my only author
Salutations! Life or death
We made evaluations self made
No longer seeking no one's validation
100 bottles in the club that
We valet the Wraith in
I learned that love and hate
Is the same thing, it's all adjacent
Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay
Fuck em if they feel a way
Exactly what my killers say
Signed up with my soul
They cashed me out a couple Mill today
My youngin's in the streets
I flew them out so they don't drill today
And it's so hard to be a role model
While I'm fighting with my own demons
Pouring out this gold bottle I
Was all alone scheming
I took those streaming checks
And spent them on these stones gleaming
Out of touch, might cut my phone off
For the whole weekend
Isolated from the world
Sometimes I stay in my bubble
Firearm in my possession
Hundred K in this duffle
My mama told me, count ya blessings
You got angles above you
I'm out of touch and I keep stressing
Trying to stay out of trouble
Say in my prayers i'm on this lonely road
I'm sliding putting these drugs into my
Body till I'm vibing
Forty on me in this coupe
This world is violent