I was feeling this insane amount of pressure, you feel me? Cause it's like... yo, people know I love music. People know I make music. And they know that when I put something out that it's gonna be quality. It's gonna be something that I really put my all into. And so feeling all of that, I feel like my next project needs to like live up to these expectations. And so, I was tryna create the album... And it's like... every time I'm creating something, I'm like "ah man... it's not good enough. It's not good enough. I gotta go harder. I gotta go harder." Which can be good in a sense, cause it like pushes you past your limits, but also at the same time, it can be detrimental. Cause here it is now, we're in the new year, and the album still ain't out. And I wanted to drop the album last year, along with the EP. But you know... pressure busts pipes and it's like... I didn't want to feel like a busta cause I can't create. And at the same time, I didn't want to just put out some shoddy work just to SAY that I released something. So I was kinda dealing with that lowkey...

Verse. I wanna make a song about black joy But that’s hard to do when you’re paranoid Peering out peripherals Scared that my joy be ephemeral And it’s hard to smile when your people locked in federal Swear it’s propaganda why we always shown in poverty Textbooks only teaching that we property But I see it properly Yeah it’s hard to overlook it all So I spit it on a mic, when they drive me off the wall (ha) Reference to the King of Pop, I hope you get it This song personifies what it means to be distracted Fires inside the forest, and COVID inside of prisons And you swipe to the left, like you getting an error message But, I mean I get it… speaking from experience Sometimes social media can make me feel delirious So I plead the fifth when it comes to social justice Then I feel the guilt when the victim often looks like us Whew… wow. That’s kinda heavy. Should I write a verse about it? Should I just keep it steppin? Or should I sit in silence and act like it never happened? Or voice my opinion like- (Oooh look a butterfly!!) In this age of inactive activists, Where you share a post about it, then go back to how it is Saying “good vibes only” in the caption Next to a hashtag, where a dead black body once laughed at Aghhhh man! You’re such a drag Seriously, nobody tryna hear all that It go black death, black death, tik tok video Rap beef, rap beef, ooooh this album hittin bro I could scream into the void until my lungs crack And it still wouldn’t change the fact That our lives are nothing more than pop up ads Here for the moment, then they gone like that. They don’t look back… (They don't look back) Outro. Man... It go black death, black death, tik tok video Rap beef, rap beef, ooooh this album hitting bro This album hitting bro But y'all don't hear me though

Intro. Yeah Gonn head and murder this sh... *whispers* My voice gone and sh... it's gonna make it sound... a lil... a lil iller Haha!! Shout out J Cole mannn!!! yeah, look Verse. No need to say that I’m the Best Man like Taye Diggs, that’s basic You can’t see this chick got greatness, you need LASIK Keep up with the cadence when I body flows, yo I know that I’m a star, they want me fall off like a comet though That’s comical, cause the space between us astronomical Swear you couldn’t catch up even dressed up as tomato Crazy y’all be straight jacking flows, Bernie Madoff Cause y’all be scheming. And I swear that I see it But couldn’t spot the competition, where’s Waldo when you need him? Tryna turn this Sentra from a Nissan to a Beamer Been saying music el amor de mi vida But if pressure creates diamonds got more karats than a vegan I began this journey tryna rap to the masses, in classes But back then, the dream it was passive See now I know that music’s my passion I’m tryna get my momma this mansion out in Calabasas Or anywhere else where the houses are nice See the goal was never to be flooded in ice I’m from Texas bro, where it get hot in the night So I spit heat on this mic till the day that I die Cause it's M-I-Double L-Z till the death of me Always putting purpose in the melodies Swear that Imma make it, there ain't nothing that you tellin me The reason it’s angelic when you hear it, cause the gift is always heavenly I’m finna be... Up on these Grammy stages Accepting the accolades while the fans are praising Screaming my name like your side dude, man I aim to please Determination bout as strong as Megan’s knees. Haha! Yeah, I just laugh at it My success got em choked up like an asthmatic Funny lookin back at it, This for all the ones who jumped ship, but wanna hop up on the bandwagon (ah...) But back to the topic “Millz you da greatest!!” Oh yeah, I’m reminded. Steady killing beats, you can call me homicidal But the way I play with words make it so satisfying (ugh) Man I love rhyming Constructing these verses is my favorite past time and I can shine in- Outro. Nahhhhhh... They gonn hate for that moan yo. They really bout to hate me I mean… they say that sex sells so Gotta do what I gotta do, you feel me? Buy my music yo, please! I appreciate you

Intro. I said get... that... dirt off ya... ah! Verse. It's Emcee Millz on the mic, yeah you knowing the name But how these benchwarmers telling me they running the game?! I shoot for the stars and make it, got impeccable aim. That's why this flower still grew from the dirt on her name I'm sayinnn! It's so insane how you tryna entice me Thinking I'll be flooded if I see this ice in your chain Now you capsizing, yeah bro you drowning in shame No dog in this fight, I'm watching how your dough burn mayne... Hey yaaaa! Outkast Feeling like I outlast Any rapper cause I'm A1 (steak?) Outback Yeah, I'm from the South and got something to say This that H-Town, Texas! Bro I'm reppin my state I'm feeling okay Gotta go harder, word to my momma I know that she raised me up to be smarter But I'm a part of This crooked system of capitalism that rather see me conform to a casket or be in prison But I ain't listen, I'm different! Yeah, I break through the chains No Tasha Cobbs, but I swear that we be thinking the same I just feel like my time for money ain't even exchange Industry be so Shady you'd think they working with Dre hey, okay It's Emcee Millz with this weight on her shoulders Tryna keep her head high, like she living in Boulder I know Imma make it, no matter what they told ya The way I hate laundry, you bet I ain't folding FORREAL! Outro. Haha! Nah forreal dawg. Real ones know I literally HATE laundry! I got some loads I need to do. I said get.. that.. dirt off my clothes man Haha! YOOOOO! It's Emcee Millz baby!

Intro. Money ain't a thing if I got it Money ain't a thing if I got it Money, money- Verse. A dollar and a dream ain’t enough to make it. Even talent can’t solidify my spot in greatness Offended, cause all the lyrics I’m penning, I’m profiting only pennies at the end of it And I’m sick of it Cause I spit it smooth, real decadent Blowing up these Boron rappers like the element And my sentiments been the same since I started, I swear I wasn’t in it for the dollars (dollars, dollars) But money is a real game changer Crazy what they do for green paper Friendships tapered Hard to see who rockin with me (yeah...) Some people string along all for dough, No fettuccine Ain’t no getting to me I stay solid, while you getting Jiggy I’ll be Amelia when I hit a milli Some people switch up for a $1.50 They operating out of scarcity and scared to be in a place they don’t care to be So I guess I see, but I don’t get it I’ll never change my essence for dead presidents And the precedent that I’m setting For future generations Is to never be dependent, on this divided nation So I’m, scraping every dollar I’m making and calling it motivation to come out my current placement Catapult to a position so high above the poverty line, Me and astronauts could give a high five Well, tell NASA I said “what’s up?!” To be honest, like Giannis, man I need more Bucks (ha) A fat check with a nice bonus My dolla J Dilla, this dough NUTS Haha, yeah... My dolla J Dilla, this dough nuts Outro. Hahaha... That’s a bar. Forreal {Millz} "Aye bro, I got a question. So you get a MILLION dollars what you spending it on?" {Cai} "What I would do with a million dollars is most likely... buy me a small home. And uhh... get me and my girl new cars. Get the engagement ring. And then... go travel the world. You know?

Intro. Hello? yo, I don’t think they can hear me on this thing yo. Uhhhh... Is this thing on? *taps mic* Hello? This is a public service announcement sponsored by Emcee Millz and the good people at Millz Productions, a self-made record label. Emcee Millz the greatest yo. Simple. Verse. Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is MILLZ!!! M-I-Double L- Z Who the hottest rapper out the 713? ME! Rep the H, till I D-I-E I stay lowkey, then pop like a V-I-P The name is Millz! Who got the skills to contest me? Pass you the rock, you dropped the ball like it was testes Not an analepsis when I say I’m the bestest And I can chop your neck, if you get real reckless Still Millz! You should know the name by now Make a quick freestyle all the fans go wild Cause I’m cut from a different type of textile This style will have this baby booming You infantile, (flex now!) Mannnnn I could flex if I wanted to Had a magazine write me up with one single dude Since then I dropped an EP, got radio play, And graduated with a perfect GPA YUH! Outro. Haha! I keep telling y'all I'm the greatest man. I mean... I don't know what else you want me to say. I guess you gotta hear it from the people then {Jay Fortuna through voicemail} I know one of the most talented artists of all time. Emcee Millz, you already know! She is just the creator of countless songs that display her lyrical dexterity, and then her emotions for all to see. It's spoken to me countless times, every time I listen to it. You're talented at that. Creating music that, you know, resonates with the listener. That's one of the things that I value most in the music that I like and the music that I make. You do that with just about every song. You're just real, too real...

Verse. Proceed with caution, Emcee Millz is on the track I sure carry (Sha'carri) this game on my back... Wait, hold up Know that I'm the greatest, getting redundant to say it Competition looking vacant when I show up. I told ya to watch your friends some of them is acting I make these crabs in the barrel start singing like Sebastian And back then, knew you was a rat, but I Master Splinters Wouldn't let me at the table, now you asking what's for dinner Ain't it funny how it pan out? Cause every backstabbing hand wants a handout Whewwwww... and when you standing only 5'2 God make it easy to make enemies your footstool I'm ten toes down in the same place I started at Do it for my city cause I know they play a part in that Aiming for the stars and your starter cap I'm going ten times harder cause the grass is only greener where you water at And it's time to harvest I want everything they owe me! When I'm getting to this paper, don't be acting like you know me I had a couple homies that went Danny Phantom when I needed them So now the only thing I keep around me, family. And you know exactly where you stand! You talking bad behind my back, then kiss my back end! This a back hand to the people who was doubting me But if you really love me, then I know I'll make you proud of me. And that's forreal! Emcee Millz back again with the skills Don't be playin with the kid That's FORREAL!! Man that's forreal... Millz... I'm Gone.

Intro. Yeah... It's Emcee Millz baby. yeah, look Verse. I wonder do you love me, do you love me not? Or will you love me only up until the day I pop? A 21 year old savant Utilizing these letters to turn threads tattered into Saint Laurent (ha) 21 and I'm so far from savage Hard to carry on with all this baggage Only made this tape just to show you I ain't average I knew I had the Midas touch, it's time to go platinum But that's hard to say when the studio's your closet PR in the bathroom, and bedroom is for moshpits Hard to know your music bumping, but you still ain't pop yet I bet you my music soar high once I drop dead, that's facts But I can't be mad yet Charge it to the game, it got overdrafted I knew I was a first round draft pick But even if I'm picked in the sixth round, I still do damage! (ahhh) That's word to Brady, it go crazy huh? Stepped outside the box this ain't the Brady bunch I'm tryna steer the ship like it was Captain Crunch Hope that I get paid for days I skipped a lunch (whew) You can hear the pain in the lyrics I be staring at the ceiling, praying I make a difference I want every single word to inspire, spark up a fire from embers But I remember days I was in dire need And felt like ain't nobody could see How I'm tending to your wounds and I'm the one that's bleeding? From this knife in my back, you tried to attack And thought I wouldn't catch it like a no-look pass But ooohhh I see you though. In the hospital bed, emergency room Moments away from what I thought would be my funeral The audacity to be mad at the past Meanwhile, the breath I'm breathing might be my last?! (Sheesh... okay) I see where your priorities stay They only love you when you lay prostrate, in adoration That same love is vacant if you don't give in To submission And that's the point I'm making, I can see the difference Between you and I. It's hard to talk about it still brings pain to my eyes. Cause my love was real, meanwhile your love a disguise Keep a close watch on your guys Swear they don't want you alive Chorus. Never had a lot, but this is all I need You left me for dead, man it was R.I.P Swear you turned your back on me for no good reason Not a lot of friends, but this is all I need You left me for dead, man it was R.I.P But the joke on you because I'm still here breathing Outro. Still standing, still breathing... yeah It don't matter if you leaving It don't matter if you- ahhh man Sheesh... It be the ones closest to you man, that want to start acting a fool! *chuckles* And what's crazy is you know I would NEVER do you like that Dawg, you know it It's cool though, you just ain't built like me I'm off it... it's done.

Verse. This sound like the song I wish I never wrote Drowning my sorrows in bottles and hoping that I choke (*gasp*) I’m choking up as I try to sit and deliver The bitterness still within her (Ahhh… here she go again man) I think I’ll call it the song I shouldn’t have written Talk about my condition while battling with addiction But chose to be so obscure you’re unsure of just what I struggle with Have you questioning (Are you depressed again?) Yes. I think I’ll rant for 3 minutes Bout sneaking to see a therapist Just so I can try and deal with the pressures But also be so dirt poor and too broke for me to afford it And wanting to avoid it showing on my parents’ insurance So I kept it a secret, I think I’m scared of healing Or maybe I’m just too comfortable with concealing The way that I’m truly feeling (All my feelings are valid) Is the line I keep repeating, but do I truly believe it? I remember she was saying mid-session She thought that I wasn’t trying hard enough to be better That it wasn’t insomnia, but just a lack of discipline And my tendency to blame depression when I slip again Then she had a suggestion, it ripped me to my core She said I had potential but need to put in more By the end of the session what she told Was to stop writing lyrics and focus to get employed. Hmm yeah… I know that most won’t get it Me staying up till 6am to write some lyrics But you don’t get it, I’m venting and the venom I’m penning Subsiding the urge to slip and slit wrists like rips in denim (sheesh) I think title this SI So I can talk about my bouts of suicide While my friends are on the edge and downing sedatives And though I feel the same, I couldn’t bring myself to tell em that (tell em that) I think I’ll call this the verse that I never finish Because I’m too timid to depict my darkness this vivid Instead I’ll call it D-A-S cause das the way it is And the world gonna keep spinnin regardless if I’m still in it Incentives, that keep me in the land of the living My father, my mother, my brother, the music I’m penning My mentor and her family, friends who say that they proud of me And those who are relying on me not lying while on these beats Hmm… wow, how codependent, My will to live’s connected to other peoples’ existence Or maybe I’m self centered, dare I say even selfish For thinking that my presence could make that much of a difference Brutally honest, I feel like I’m an imposter A fraudulent monster with all the skills that I offer Offering encouragement to keep them from the ledge of the same cliff that I’m standing on waiting for the end, man… (Aye come on, chill man) Let me chill then… *deep breath* I’m ashamed to say This song will never see the light of day It reads like my last entry inside of a diary The end of my eulogy, obituary orations Autobiography says… Staring blankly at a book I’ll never finish Hope I live to tell the story, while I’m in it

Intro. Epilogue. Noun. A piece of writing at the end of a work of literature, usually used to bring closure to the work. {Millz in conversation} “Do you know what a eulogy is?” "yeah... It's like a- I don't know if it's a sermon, or it's like a thing talking about the person who died." “Have you ever thought about yours? Like what people would say about you? What achievements you want them to notice?” "No... I never though about mine... You thinking about it?" Verse. This the aftermath. The epilogue. This what happens when the book is over, curtains close Expose my problems through prose In hopes that I won’t talk about em no more Scared of heights, living life on the edge Wishing someone save me, but I’m dangling there, Suspended in air Tell me, do you see me? If I told you all my fears, would you believe me? It’s easy to… get caught up in the hype At times, can manipulate this fall from grace into a perfect flight I’m… tired of the lies. I’m tired of smiles Melancholy matriculating for miles It’s… a long journey until the last chapter At the end I wonder will it matter? Is Amelia hidden behind the artist? Discarded. Known to most only as a rapper? If my blood spill on the pavement like I pour out my heart, Will they know me as Emcee Millz or is this more than the art? Identity crisis. Fearing that my eulogy be written just like this. A ton of questions unanswered On a tangent, looking for something tangible But my hands are full… yeah, my hands are full With the blessings that I overlooked This my aftermath. My epilogue. This the ending to my story after all. Battled April Showers for hours and made it out This the rebirth I was talking bout (Ft. Bas) Soldier's song I could be one to lean on Time will right them wrongs Won't be long How can we grow any closer? How can we grow any closer? How can we grow any closer? How can we grow any closer? Something inside of me's tryna crawl up to the surface Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me Stubbornly getting its way (way), way (way) Drowning out the wave (drowning out) I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine Soldier's... Outro. {Conversation continues from earlier} "Well I just think about like what I want to accomplish before I DEAD off! Yeah, I think about it. It's like, okay my life is over, but these are all the things I did. That type of thing..." "I'm sure they will talk about how I've touched the lives of many in different ways" "Hmm... I hear you."

Intro. Yeah, yeah... It's Emcee Millz baby yeah... hmm Verse. I wrote this song on the floor of my closet, and the bathroom stall I said that line, so I could show you that I give it my all Music mean everything, and I mean EVERYTHING to me It's 4am. Instead of sleeping, I'm here chasing my dreams Ironic it seems, gave up on my passion just to chase a degree But will it all be worth it man? I guess we'll see Currently sitting here unemployed, jotting notes in my phone bout the mansion Imma own (ha) Cause I can feel it in the air Imma make it dawg And it don't matter what you say, bro I'm taking off Hardest part is keeping my head up when it rains I got 6 ring potential, still a Cub in the game (dang) Emcee Millz gonn be a household name And I ain't stopping till I make it that way (I take...) I take every bit of motivation, squeeze it out of me, then slap it on a beat, and play it back for you all to repeat, sheesh! Music mean everything, and I said that But not many artists really meant that You tell me... How much time or money you devoting to your art, when you juxtaposing thoughts with no justifiable job?! It's a question of priorities. But it really ain't a question, if you askin what mean more to me My success is an assurety So when everyone else was doubting, there was no one that's as sure as me! Cause I can feel it! Man I can feel it! That's why you hear the passion here in every single lyric But people more supportive as soon as you coffin sitting Clocking back all they memories, wishing they treat you different I want my roses before it's too late to notice That's why on every track I'm personifying what hope is Cause it feel hopeless, but I'll make it. I swear! This success I feel it in the air! Outro. Mannn! Man... I can feel it... I swear! I gotta make it man... I gotta make it man... Imma make it, I swear! This success I feel it in the air... yeah

At the same time though... pressure can bust pipes, and that same pressure can create diamonds. The way I try and think of it is like I can look at the same situation from two different ways, and I ain't tryna be no busta! So... haha! My thought process is that the situation is refining me into something better and greater, and polishing me into something that is even more beautiful than I could have intended from the start. You know what I'm sayin? At the end of the day I feel like my music speaks for itself. This project is really like, "Yo! Stop all this thinking, and just create." Like get back to the reason why you do this because a lot of times we can get caught up in the logistics of things, caught up in the... aesthetics, the way things look on the outside. And really, it's about you and your expression, and making sure that what you put out is good to you. Everybody else is just a bystander. And it's like... I had to really lock that in my mind because for a long time, at least while I was trying to create the project initially, I was tryna make it for the people! It was like "Oh, I gotta show them I can do better than my last project. I gotta... show them and prove to them... this, this, that, that, that." And it's like... NO YOU DON'T! Like, just create for you again. Growing Pains was for me! It wasn't really for nobody else, and look how beautiful that came out. You know what I'm saying? Go back to your reason, go back to remembering your why. This is for you. Pressure creates diamonds, you know what I'm saying? And... this next body of work is gonna be a diamond. That's fasho...