Soulja Boy — 2Milli

[Intro] I always knew one day I would become the best rapper I just want to thank all my fans, I dedicate this to you I call it "2 Milli" [Verse 1] I did what I wanted, niggas did what they could A lion wouldn’t cheat but a Tiger would I only keep real niggas in my stable A million dollar chain, I’m feeling like Gucci’s label So icey I really don’t care Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches I’m getting money out the tree y’all niggas getting switches Similar to Nas, I need a mic though Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do They pass me the game like Tom Brady These rappers chances looking slim just like Shady [Interlude] Let me just take a brief intermission I'm comin' right back at you with more bars than a motherfuckin' prison Thank you, man, for following me, twitter.com/souljaboytellem Two million followers, I love all my fans, let me eat these bitches [Verse 2] Niggas locked behind my bars I'm taking out prisoners Sit back relax receiving my residual Think this song is dope shit wait 'til you see the visual Please brace yourself this shit about to get critical Let it be known I got rappers on my hit list I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch Since day one man your boy been the truth Broke so many records like I’m in the glass booth Like I’m in the glass studio breaking out barriers Back when crime mob was screaming Ellenwood Area Nigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be I’m screaming I’m the best till these rappers kill me Make the people feel me like the blind men do On your girl, head so much, like her favourite shampoo I’m travelling where I want, soulja’s vacation My mind is so free, emanicapation proclamation Im so hot, haters evaporating 6 bitches on my dick I’m elimidating Im high every friday just like smokey Im spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke Hit stick with the flow just like Madden Im so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin I spit hot flames bitch just like a dragon And my pants saggin Spell it backwards niggas Niggas get heated when they see the coupe on I dont give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on I’ma keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me Im cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe You ain't gotta like me just please respect it Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres I’ma keep spitting til they crown me the best The rap games a mess, let me clean it up Its a pigsty they going ham give it up [Interlude] Man, man, I know a lot of these niggas out here slept on me, man, you feel me But now I'm, like, they worst nightmare and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on, man Shit don't make no motherfuckin' sense, man All my fans, hold your head, man, I got y'all man, it's nothin', you feel me? Twitter.com/souljaboytellem, I'm doin' this for y'all I broke two million, so I'm dedicatin' this to you But at the end of the day, man, I know y'all love me, so I love y'all back I'm the new best rapper [Verse 3] Flyin' down the highway, a million on the dashboard You can't start my car up unless you got the password I’m something like a prophecy, spit so properly When my album drops, watch how many rappers copy me Haters opinions are obsolete Don’t make pop music, so it ain’t no pop in me And my brains a bitch, where she at when I need her? You pack nines, I pack nine kilometers You didn't want beef, why would you start it? Canoons flashing like you walkin' down the red carpet First you was nameless, now I'ma make you famous Hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless [Outro] Best rapper