[Lyric] T.O.C. Or Die (TimMillion)

(Talk)

Shoutout to all the blog sites
Hhrapinfo.com, youheardradio.com, illcityblog.com
They holding me down baby
TimMillion mixtape

(Verse)

I lose friends erryday, but hey that's cool
They either love or they hate, when they in the mood
They trynna walk in them shoes, they want a pick of them Choose
They want me to believe that I need 'em, momma ain't raise no fool
I put music on hold, shit I'm back, in school
U of I engeneering? Shit, I'm struggling too
Physics, kicking my ass, something music can't do
So I responded to the challenge, I'm the rap Isaac Newton
Force equals MA, that's all I gotta say
I put they rap careers on hold, like a plane being delayed
Now errybody trynna get in real quick like undalay undalay
I'm like underlay, mufuckka I know you dont say
Talking French on they ass, like TimBuckTu he danser
Nah, Timbucktu is Chanter
It means ,i dance, I rap
Not that Soulja Boy crap
(Hookx2)

T.O.C., I be the Talk Of the Chi
It's T.O.C. or die, I put propellers
My plane so fly, yeah I talk that shit
Join the Mile-High club, my office my cockpit

(Verse Tommy Guns)

Struggle, I experience a whole lotta that
But I just kept pushing, and I bounced right back
Got that solo feel watch the world turning against me
At night times just feel like squeezing the clip until it's empty
I never could stay focus
Trynna do my homework, my homie saying smoke this
Having writers block, but the weed kept me open
Always knew one day, i'd be Donald Trump-in
Spending cash, living fast, means nothing
If you ain't got no one to spend it with, it ain't shit
Momma said, true love will find me, so I ain't rushing it
Tried on so many girls, but none could fit
So today I'm just living it up
With my T.O.C. fam, and my styrofoam cup
Only got one dream, so I don't need to give it up
It's a full time job, for everyday to keep my head up
(Hookx2)