Chris Miles - Till I D.I.E. lyrics

rate me

Tryin’ to get up on these news clips

Broke but I'm rocking that new shit

Swaggin' out and they cannot doubt

I go stupid you know that I lose it man

Who is that number one?

I swear to God it's me though

I go hard on every bar I spit

I'm hard to catch like Nemo

I be flowing like a speedo

He go off on every track

Bro every rap I do my thing

And I'm hot like I went to hell and back

Spitting hella crack with that crazy rhythm

And they be wishing that they had my flow

Yeah I'm underage and I'm underrated

But yo chick wanna elope homie

I'm fly as hell like delta

But stupid hater you penguin fly

Tryn’ to beat me is like

A polar bear in a desert

Man you can't survive

I take any rhyme and make it mine

Man any time I make it shine

Pay the price or pay attention

Cause I'm blowing up like a landmine

This the last time that I'm telling y'all

I ain't messing around

I'm the king you a peasant homie

So better pass me my crown now

Understand and comprehend what I be spitting

Man you know I shut it down like Grinch on Christmas

Don't you get it?

Flame spittin man you know that I'mma beast

If I was old enough for these parties then I’d better be VIP

Try to step me? Not in your dreams

I swear to God I be doing my thing till the day I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Forget the swagger I'm swankalicious the chicks will love it

The chitter chatter down under me isn't doing nothing

Man you know I'm the sickest until it hits ya stomach

And gets it rumbling man I don't need a freaking introduction

I hop on right back hit ‘em with a syllable the illest on a track

Gotta skin vanilla but you know that he ain't whack

I'm lyrical veteran with a pen, pad, and passion his rap

Is blowin’ up goin’ up and you know that it ain't stopping soon

Try to do what I could do, I dare you to, you ain't nothing dude

I'm off that I'm on a new grind they sleeping on me no snooze bro

No Uzi but I'm goin’ off they say who is he well I'm Chris Miles

Gotta sick style with a pencil I kill y'all so enjoy

That last breath that you take got a magic flow Houdini

My replays for petes sake are so big you can't see plays

He be that adolescent that got haters beefing like 3 states

Got the game on lock you a key chain

I found yo rap career on e-bay with rebate

No debate I deflate these haters brains

And get the beat looking like an inmate

‘Cause I got bars all D A no secret

I just speak it so go jump off the deep end like

Flame spittin man you know that I'mma beast

If I was old enough for these parties then I’d better be VIP

Try to step me? Not in your dreams

I swear to God I be doing my thing till the day I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e

Till I d-i-e