Hello? Gots to get this motherfuckin' money, nigga. Yeah. Oh, yeah, we gon' get this money, baby. That's right. Miliano talkin' to you. This is Captain Miliano, baby. Yeah. You know what? It's hard to deal with this motherfuckin' world, you know what I mean? Tryin' to get a nigga outta here stressin' like a motherfucker tryin' to get his shrine on. You know? Strugglin'. Strugglin'. I've been out here doin' this thing, baby. Ain't no need for it. They live stretched out, baby. Don't you feel me? You can do it, baby. Keep your head. It's a lifelong process, baby, y'all. Stay focused on that, niggas. Feel me. It's Capimiliano on some other shit. Ain't got no time to bust a bitch. Bust a gat first. Follow the verse. The paddock hurts. Carry dead figures. Fuck them niggas. They capos. We clap those. Resurrect those. Hold and smack those. Let's serenade their funerals. Cut them like cuticles. We die young. It's Capimiliano on some other shit. Ain't got no time to bust a bitch. Bust a gat first. Follow the verse. the most. So we prosper. Till we eat crack crabs and lobsters. And helicopters in the sky with fucking lobsters. Bathune. That bitch that be kissing my bullet wounds. I left in June. Told her I be gone till November. I shipped lift. Hopped in the plane to Pakistan. With a gat. Two backpacks. Release 100 grand. My plan's to make 1.6. I'm in the mix. Niggas taking risks. I'm in the mix. I'm in the mix. Don't tell me what to do. I'm in the mix. Don't tell me what to do. I'm in the mix. Don't tell me what to do. I'm in the mix. Don't tell me what to do. My plans to make 1.6. I'm in the mix. Niggas taking risks. Fucking with this mafia shit. But check it. All my life. I struggled my way. I struggled my way, baby. I ain't stressed out. It's a lifelong process, baby. But it's a lifetime. I get it. Because I'm stressed out. I struggled my way. It's a lifelong process, baby. This a life that I need, baby. I get it. But it's a lifetime. I get it. I'm stressed out. That's why people got life gifts every day. I'm stressed out. All my life. I struggled my way. I'm in the mix. I'm in the mix. I'm in the mix, baby. Fighting with yaya with Colombos. Now Puerto Rico's trading me pesos. Case closed. Game was exposed too quick for me. Got sick money. Got to the spleen for the quick money. Pulled the Mac out. Blew his back out. I left this motherfucker DOH, CIA, and federally spammed the yeah. But bypassed the attache, which had 1.1 in the cutty. I pulled a nutty, snatched the briefcase. Hopped in a five and mashed on him. Any funny moves from these dudes, I'm blasting on them. Play was cut. Took my cut like nigga what. Grads in my hands. But my plans to expand was much larger. Been good fellas and godfathers was the dream. From snatching to cream to flea to scene, you got to be king to be keen. You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You must have money nigga. Hold on. That's right. That's right. Man. All my niggas feel me. Yeah. Now see, everyday I'm paper chasing. Now think about the time I'm facing if they capture me. But after me, many niggas come after me. Cause if they minus one nigga, we multiply. Do the math with me. They sent the fed to come and get me while I'm posted up. Hive to ring me up in the cup. Guzzle it, spark the alarm. Here goes another hit, mafia shit. Yell out to my clique that's hella thick. Shake the bitches, grab the heaters and shelves. Throw the bricks off the balcony. They're already hit, two from the faculty. And stuff them out, pass me the heater. This motherfucker standing next to me. But time is ticking. They got my trigger finger itching. Now play the position. What would you do in my position? My shoes, in this everyday life. It's win or lose, to stand or fall. All I ever want to do is ball. And live life lavishing and carriage. But fuck them all. Fuck them all. Fuck them all. Fuck them all. Fuck them all. Stressed out. I can't do it no more. All my life. I can't seem to stop. The shit that's going on in my head. Can't do it no more. I pray that you can feel my pain. All my life. I struggle and fight. Trying to find me a better way. Can't do it no more. I always look for better days. All my life. All my life. My life's stressed out. All my life. My life's stressed out. I always look for better days. All my life.