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immune - millyz lyrics

[intro]
nothing like it in this world, you know?
my real life, that’s what it sound like
had to go through a lot to get a lot, you know
still going through it though
buckroll, what’s up?

[verse 1]
they tell me all i ever make is drug music or pain music
that’s the opposite of club music
they tell me to go country, leave the street sh*t
but i’m stuck too it
outcast from the industry, i’m never going to adjust to it
sometimes i just want to pick my gun up and say f*ck music
and shooters know that if i drop a bag
they’re going to just do it
and sh*t, most of them will do it for free
but i can’t crash them like my old heads was doing to me
i did drills before green cameras
trying to throw away these perk tan pink panthers
know they do my body home
them people waiting for the day we turn that violence on
my lack of trust been at an all time low
gang unit present pulling up at all my shows
even when i’m live at fenway, they still post up like dikembe
i’ll be court side so much that you would think i got a 10 day
listen to kiss when we chop it, he like my sensei
these rappers b*tches like they period on
is these men straight?
i really generate m’s with the flow
accountants know it be summertime
middle of july we make it snow
learn this life sh*t about balance
take the highs with the lows

[hook]
swerving through the days, i think my vision is blurred
b*tches i was f*cking that i wish i could
they probably would curve
people i grew up with think i owe them all the fruits of my labor
envied since i was youngin and i’m immune to hatred
i’m in this foreign going hmm
escobar style, you know
send them hippos in my backyard and all that
i just big dreams, i got big goals
yeah

[verse 2]
they tell me all i ever make is drug music or pain music
that’s the opposite of club music
they tell me to go country, leave the street sh*t
but i’m stuck to it
outcast from the industry, i’m never going to adjust to it
it’s a different type of pressure provided
catching cases is easy
the same sh*t go for slidin’
crashing out is effortless and not to be glorified
you never seen your mother in the courtroom looking horrified
homie calling home from the joint. he off the deuce heavy
escaping old trauma, got the habit from his new celly
three hoes flew out for the week and they in two telly’s
food ready
now they off the tuci, see and the roof daddy
i think it’s time i get my life in order
stick on me like a license sippin’ trish like it’s a light corona
scottsdale, i take a flight to zona
grew up in a pain where all my nights was colder
slightly bolder and unlikely sober
and i can’t do the traffic jam
i’d rather speed on the shoulder
booked around the nation
liquor in me got me vaping
f*ck i look like i’m playing in my pocket
someone save me
[hook]
i think my vision is blurred
b*tches i was f*cking that i wish i could
people i grew up with think i owe them all the fruits of my labor
envied since i was a youngin and i’m immune to hatred
i’m in this foreign going hmm
escobar style, you know?
send them hippos in my backyard and all that
big dreams, i got a big goal
yeah

- millyz lyrics

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