Stack Bundles, Kanye West, Mike Millz - Don't Wanna Tell You lyrics

I'm only 22 years of age
It feels like I'm goin' on 45
From all the tears and rage
Tryna to pray to get my mind right
But being that I can't write a rhyme
It got me feeling like I'm
Fading from the lime light
This writers block thing is a bitch
I'm like the rappin' Barry Bonds
They can't see me take a swing at a pitch
Labels want me to rap about money and jewels
That's kind of hard when I'm used
To looking bummy and bruised
I can't even fill my tummy with food
So how the fuck I'm supposed to rap
About luxuries or living the life?
I never had shit but a few
Homies and a bad bitch that
Kept me up to par when my
Gear was looking past tense
Been stabbed and back-stabbed
So I know how the knife feels
Results of most insolence
Gave my body slight chills
Hooked up, S5, hope we get a nice deal
And even if I do
I'm gon' always remain Mike Millz

Dawg, what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause, I been in the grind
And I stay in to it

I made a vow to the Roc
I'm on now, I'ma move unit's
Like we moved vowels of the rock
It's a crowd at the block
And everybody's praising him
Cause they know where I'm taking them
And if you fuckin' with Bundles
Then they talking 'bout the boy
Trust me, they ain't talking 'bout the boy
I'm 'bout to fill a rap boy, rockstar
Gone both, hustler turned mogul
You can't stop me, i told you
Yo, this S5 shit is a movement
It's reality rap, I'm tired of being on the
Blocks with packs and bustin' my guns
And choppin' til my hands get numb
Money makes the world turn
So don't play with our funds
Whether you like it or not, man
"We gon' make it"
It don't pop off, then "We gon
Take it" back to the block
Man and it ain't all good
And If I go platinum
I can still come to the hood

Dawg, what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause, I been in the grind
And I stay in to it

It's been a lot time comin' and
I came up from nothin'
Waking up broke and hungry, I ain't frontin'
And the odds of me shinin', it's called grind
And I cry in a song, shed tears when I rhyme
It's like yesterday
I was just sellin' to the fiends
And every nigga heard me rap
Was sellin' me dreams
S5 is the team, and the beat's from Kanye
I get like Usher in the booth
And do it my way
Still in the struggle, tryna duck the law
Tryna calm down my nerves by puffin' raw
Got negative ways, but positive thoughts
Hope the judge don't remand when
I'm goin' to court
It's reality rap, and I'm tellin' the truth
Can't get a job
The easiest one was Summer youth
And I guarantee it's goin' down
Once bitch touch
Down, cause I know what to do
You better know what to do

Dawg, what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause, I been in the grind
And I stay in to it