for now just Go On son" [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill] Go On - live your life, follow your dreams One day your gonna see the light Go On - young man follow
my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A
where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin' Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' A half fuckin' mil
, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound Go
alter ego Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on
dare any nigga try and come test us, You a mothafuckin act dog, A A.C.T. that's why niggas try and test ya, A dub how the hell we gonna make a mil, Pay
half Everybody know I got a hundred on the map though One mil, two mil Three million dollars Mansions, ballin Soulja pop them collars and everywhere I go
Sexy girls Go shorty, do your thing now Pretty girls T I P be off the meter when he sharp as a needle In a new two-seater, pissin' on niggaz ego I don
It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang
leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to
but they don't live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em
down on Miami's behalf? Home of the nickel pooch and the raw half Everywhere we go, the impression's felt The real is stamped on the bag when the dope
, clappin' doors in your Acuras Snap like, cameras on amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Everybody got a
on to all my enemies, rock rock on I'm following my dreams, rock rock on to all the little children, rock rock on rock on rock on
live my lifestyle Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta Blow half
wit me I have you bustin niggas any day. Yeah that's how I gotta be. With a murder on my shoulders, Now I'm a straight O.G. I couldn't trust a nigga
everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga
