Let Me In

RTB, ****, gang

Cut ties with hoes if I ain't watch 'em scissor

Used to love photos with fans, but I ain't taking pictures

My head gone, I just mixed the shroom juice with the liquor

Wockhardt, ginger ale, cream soda, the perfect mixture

Got the head and the coochie from girly, but I ain't kiss her

Damn, she made her head touch her toes, this ain't Twister

My dark-skin bitch say she love me 'cause I make her snicker

Ain't talking maintenance, but if yo' bitch broke, I might fix her

You hear me knocking? Well, let me in, bitch

**** talking pape' they just got, bitch, I been rich

I just wanna be alone, I don't want yo' friendship

Nine **** want me dead, I got ten blicks

Hit a fuck **** up top with FN Switch

I'm in Seattle hitting bitches out the park, call me Ken Griff

It's just me and Capo in the BNB with like ten chicks

I don't give a fuck about a dime, that bitch 10 cents

How the fuck I got a six car garage with like ten whips?

**** tried to slide in that C-Class, got his Benz flipped

You want attention with all that dissing?

****, we'll have yo' face on the news while you missing

**** saw the blogs, they like, "Damn, Miles, you tripping"

Swear I got a 100 calls, they like, "Damn, Miles in prison?"

They thought I lost it all, they like, "Damn, Miles a victim"

Got it back, they like, "Damn, Miles, you different"

Big Dog, don't compare me to no regular

Got behind bars, still got bad bitches on my cellular

They tryna prey on my downfall, but I been a predator

Why you mad at me 'cause I pop 10s? It's a sedative

I'm finna fuck a bitch, hit another bitch, it's repetitive

I got five hoes tryna tie me down, they competitive

Real trench baby, five trucks behind me, I'm the president

She like, "Can I get the code to yo' phone?" I'm like, "Negative"

Man, rest in peace, my granny, I can't ask her for no medicine

Act up, we'll turn yo' lights off, Thomas Edison

I want them Ben Franks, the George Wash and the Jeffersons

I need a bitch that don't talk and give neck for the heck of it

****, Ron Artest, you get smacked, 'bout that heckling

Shit, baby, lemme smack down raw, we ain't wrestling

I'm a salad ****, if it's 'bout that green, I'm addressing it

****, we thirty deep with thirty sticks, on some Stephen shit

I'm a real trench baby