Missiles - New Nation

This beat don’t need a credit

Verse 1: (Mavrik)

I got millions

I got billions

I got trillions on my mind

Out here like a coffee bean trying to get up on my grind

You could cut the lights out and I’d still fucking shine

Bet away my Rollie cause I know it’s my time

I’m young and I’m restless

Ain’t a goat but I’m the victor

Let a rapper talk they shit

I turn into the Ripper

Mavrik play no games

I left right hook you lames

Don’t even take the time to learn your names

I’m Bruce Wayne with your dames

Credits

Chorus: (EVK)

I was passing cigarillos in the backyard

Credless Beats we burn the leaf and then we blast off

Flipping pages back and forth just like a flash card

Day and night steady punching out that time card

I was passing cigarillos in the backyard

Oh that’s your shit?

Keep it real it ain’t go that hard

Ain’t no tricks we flipping shit just like a trap card

Keep it real nah

You ain’t real nah

Verse 2: (Alex Dreamer & Credless)

I’m a cynic spit acidic

Bout to popeye with this spinach boy

How many times I gotta go E. Honda while you riding civic

How many times I gotta write some magic up like Vucevic

Before you penny for your thoughts learn the hard way that Dream don’t miss

Said you want beef, cut the bull, medium rare is how I feast

I been picking all the petals off the roses

Now I’m gettin jiggy like beast

The reason that they call me Dreams

These other rappers they put me to sleep

Still I see

I’m trying to go freeze

Waiting for another MC like me

Y’all chirpin like birdy, honey I’m the bee

Create enough buzz for the Nation in a week

Girl ain’t bad, she just love it how I bring

All the competition in the lobby to they knees

Ya catching loses like screens

Because you bore me

Oh no, please don’t make a scene

I never ended a career, you could be Theisman, I’ll be LT-

Next time you released, just give me a ring, your call outs are weak

Ain’t it incredible, hanging up banners, we ain’t even play yet

Alex the Dream, pop like I’m riding in Corvette

I’m trying to tighten my flow up like corset

Hater be wish that they had my endorsements

I’m gold and I’m fly like I’m playing for Marquette

You stay in retreat like you run in flea markets

If ya ain’t got a clue then let’s find you the paw print

A 3 year old Alex would still be appalling

That’s only in terms of the way that I’m rapping

I’m finna move numbers, you just started packing

Your girl and your homies they all in my DMs

Just want me a jacket that’s leather with sequins

The Nation is New, we stay undefeated

May have been broken but never deleted

Rather stay hands off like Anakin

Otherwise I would be sonning your handlers

I’ll destroy you all like Geese said it

This beat don’t need a credit

Chorus: (EVK)

I was passing cigarillos in the backyard

Credless Beats we burn the leaf and then we blast off

Flipping pages back and forth just like a flash card

Day and night steady punching out that time card

I was passing cigarillos in the backyard

Oh that’s your shit?

Keep it real it ain’t go that hard

Ain’t no tricks we flipping shit just like a trap card

Keep it real, nah

You ain’t real, nah

Outro: (Mavrik & Alex Dreamer)

I got millions

I got billions

I got trillions on my mind

The reason that they call me Dreams

I turn into the Ripper

Mavrik play no games I left right hook

The reason that they call me Dreams

I left right hook you lames

The reason that they call me Dreams

I turn into the Ripper

The reason that they call me Dreams

I turn into the Ripper

Mavrik play no games I left right hook

The reason that they call me Dreams

I left right hook you lames

The reason that they call me Dreams

I turn into the Ripper