PSA FROM .M I L O.

[.MILO.] I'm tired of these young bulls thinking that they shit cool Weak ass rhymes, niggas should've stayed in school I Got a lot of drama for these niggas and they mama Cooking in the stu like a chef at Benihana Commas, currency I need to collect Money power respect, I'm a fiend for the check My daddy told me I was too easy to detect Now I move too smooth, waiting for whatever's next Never ever lacking, Thats that OG Status My flow is everlasting, while you niggas stay stagnant I'm a different breed, I'm a mutt You the type to chase butts, from sluts, who drink nut for a paycut Killing these bitches, they better pay me attention If it ain't bout a dollar, then nigga I ain't with it Who with it, who really got the triple d on lock Who really riding round town with an ounce and a Glock Who really got hoes on deck straight begging for cock Not you, not me either, but I stay true I got a chick, she my ace, that's my booboo I gotta clique, APEX nigga, we run shit too Hold Up I got bars for days, call it a life sentence Fuck with me, I'll beat your ass and demand penance My pockets Precious, Ruben Studdard, I'm Hugh Hefner I own you bitches, slave master to you rap peasants I'm about to blow like dynamite, real tight Pimping all you bitches like dolemite, impolite These raps that I write are like a pussy so tight Smack a nigga onsight, like my name suge knight Young milo the boss nigga don't you forget I'm a general you are just a cadet Hard like cement, but you soft, I lament Daddy said I couldn't rap well my nigga I dissent Future mogul, young boss I thought I told you Fuck local, don't label, I'm global Want beef?, I'm the butcher, might cook em If he ain't Ill, then my niggas over look him I pull up to the spot, Casio watch makes the hoes flock Now they want a sample of my knots I ain't even legal but I'm still dogging bitches, no beagle These niggas like vultures, seagulls Tenacious, evil, rap game Keneivel Even if you were hiding, they still wouldn't seek you Like Illmatic, I could never have a sequel Niggas went from snakes to rats, to rap weevils Lungs full of potent, exterminating rodents Sorry yo I hate to rub it in like lotion You got no sauce, I got the true potion I got the blue print, put it into motion Paved my own route to the top of the totem Balling like Curry, Kobe, Jordan Now I'm rocking kicks, last year couldn't afford em 2016, more cream for the Forbes list, nigga Yo I told them. Apex Predator shit. 2016. The motherfucking militia is coming nigga. What the fuck do you know about that? Milo, the motherfucking boss nigga... Signing off