To Make Millions

[Verse One: Prevail] When I grew up, was I poor? I'd have to say "nope" But I'd say yes to broke, you can even ask Mok' He's met both of my folks, I bet the Dagger I'm Cloak My hope is coconuts and coco skin women from Kokomo I won't blow my first million up in smoke like a villain That's how you get hooked on glass pipes with low ceilings Fucking hookers for the feeling Get jacked up, jumping off the roof of A.M.P. for the B.B.C. Museum I don't want mine in dimes and nickles, I want big bills So I can spend it with my people I'll be thrifty (why?) Cause I know I can't take it with me Mad Child, Moka, Ab', Rob The Vik' and Buc Fifty Mr. Brady, LMNO No dust to settle, Mr. Swan's on the boards and levels We've come to prove that we can move and lose them with the tempo And now you're riding with the rebels, we all have potential We're young, we'll make millions [Verse Two: Moka Only] Brilliance Shake pavilions Take Brazilian girls into my world, show 'em what "real" means Kill fiends with extra tapes on Mammal music Hear shrill screams as freaks tweek they body, don't confuse it With another guy, once the fuse lit Discover the high heights then you lose it completely I don't compete Retreat the heat seekers to a universal audio Freak Nic And speak free Unique looking Yellow with good hair I own a triton and I love gripping up wood snares Rim shots forever Since way back in the woods where Me and Prev' came from and everybody woods there I have no trouble bubbling a little something That's better than 12 years for nothing Kept the love intact And the buzz in rap Got my name on it My cousin Ab' stamps his brain on it I'm loving math, read 'em and take on it I'm sipping coffee the brain tonic Remain sonic Ripping awfully cold Heating up like a waffle mode Put a little something in the billfold we real bold [Hook: Abstract Rude] {x2} To make millions Takes a brilliant mind A very valiant effort with many hills to climb Get hurt feelings Though they will heal in time You're here for now accept it and never kill in crime [Verse Three: Mad Child] Yeah I don't go to parties no more, people ask me, "How come?" Self made millionaires, that's the outcome This Libra Scorpio ain't rich but getting close is Getting kids upset writing shit I'm not suppose to What happened to the mystical world and next dimension? Dragons and vikings, yo, pay attention I've been there before, had freestyles for days I remember taking people through my lyrical maze Back when money wasn't shit, went through my spiritual phase Back then I didn't have a care in the world, life's fantastic Laughing, watching walls breathe and dropping acid Blasting ears off [?] from backside boneless To loss of track of time, to face plant to homeless I found out that the joke is, that I was the brokest Now I'm out to feed my camp and I'ma never lose my focus So don't provoke us from trying to stack these ends While keeping substance in my verses and fans as friends So I'ma keep my backpack in the backseat of my Benz [Verse Four: Abstract Rude] I done, dealt with millions and helped your children Changed their ways, conceived by greed of pilgrims I hailed a stack we bailed 'em out I failed to adapt at mama's house And when I moved out We're closer now, her child has grown So much style on the microphone the crowds will roar And pay at the door and stay until four And begging for more and we don't ignore How thirsty you are and deserving of fame Effort you give for earning you gain What level do you reach without burning pain? Pressure and strain to be above the grain And vanity's vain but for calamity claims me I ain't gon' let this game drive me crazy [Hook]