Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream A 20 for a holla and 100 for a stream 5k for a beat Hundred bands for a feat Huh A dollar and a dream But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese
I ain’t got a cent to rest on Generational wealth starting at me I ain’t got a friend without none And they asking me why i'm always hustling like a fiend Huh
My girl want a kid now But i can’t pay for food, even rentals out 1k for a week On a pad You would think that i live in a fucking penthouse
Talking “you just gotta wait man” Talking “this shit just a side plan” I’m saying this shit is life man Fuck your shitty life plan Talking about a bag That you made from your late grams Lives opportune through your mum’s friends Friends My mum’s up at night coz my mum’s friend’s dead No one to my side but my girl and my bed So i fall from my pureness To land in the bread See last time i lagged ‘hind Fell face first in the cursed past dimes None So they chastise “why you waste your life?” Luck the hype Let you pass, nah Blame me for my crowd For my sound For my past times See Now i’ll never let em judge me again They gon’ hear my name on tv like “where did he begin?” Oh that kid he was a fool couldn’t believe he was him So when they pay they fucking dues I’ma pay for a benz Just to spite em That despite them i still made it my own Without a dollar in my name to console No one saving my soul No one forcing me to slave to these droves Taking my life To these lows Try disable my flows I found myself in all this hate And lord knows i won’t get this chance again So i stay driven And i can’t change Coz god gave me a mind
Fuck the man Fuck the i Fuck the we Fuck the ride Fuck the money Fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my own
Bitch it’s me, myself and i Tryna cover up soul But they fucking up my size I guess no one on my side But i don’t need em Anyway I could disintegrate These rappers With my throwaways Acting like they over pay Really they just over paid Lying, hissing children All i see are fucking cobra snakes This i cannot overstate Uh Any minute i’m forming through intuition The force of imminent nature That’s coursing towards the victim The victim in question Is the success Of which i am destined They tapping foot, keeping pressure But fakers i’m boutta overtake
Mind is ticking These jokers been tryna trick em My vocals been heavy listened And posted in every system They soon to ferry my mission And stealing my flows, imprisoned I realise that your beats all been Re-recorded And overlaid
Fuck the man Fuck the i Fuck the we Fuck the ride Fuck the money Fuck the pride Fuck it do it on my own
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Soon these people blow up my phone And i ain’t tryna hear that bullshit, tell em “leave me alone” But i’m way too fly to land And got too many flows to ship through So they needing my presence Or they get turned into gristle Like Houston, we got an issue Me and my team been Reduced to ashes like fucking tissues For fucking with miles nautu Revolution like malcolm Every else the middle Young and killing like x but My family keep it civil
For shizzel my nizzel The greatest song around is just a tribute The jays that i been smoking Made dead presidents potent The tec 11 Will soak em Consider that one a gift
If i don’t mention your name Then you probably ain’t worth shit
Rappers sucking my dick Producers sucking my dick Everyone with some knowledge Just bandwagoned my shit But you can’t blame em For freaking when miles nautu exists Nobel like i just invented dynamite sticks Oh shit
Miles Nautu - Reverie {miles nautu} My mind is empty Free form My style frenzy 6 feet lie My enemy die plenty Tires puff up on my 6 They just trendy Follow my page 1
Miles Nautu - God Gave Me A Mouth Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream A 20 for a holla and 100 for a stream 5k for a beat Hundred bands for a feat Huh A dollar and a dream But this
Miles Nautu - I CAN SEE Through the art of war I evolve to a god in a glass jar 3 wishes I want money, fame, and fast cars Blade to the neck of praised till they cast off Praised to the newest
Miles Nautu - Names {miles nautu} I do, i do Married to the game Let my flows come through I do, i do Money on my mind And my crew’s mind too I do, i do Married to
Miles nautu - Third Eye Chakra I got first pick On this third eye shit A wordsmith in this war I spit Look deep into my iris A group of misfits, admit we might enlist Suffice to say we ain’t taking No
Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu emerged onto the hip-hop scene during his high school years, inspired predominantly by Mos Def. Fueled by a passion for the genre, Miles not only embraced rapping but also discovered a natural talent for producing. Determined to pursue his musical aspirations despite financial constraints, he began crafting his own beats, incorporating deep-cut samples ranging from old-school blues and throwback movies to stumbled-upon Japanese jazz and Italian instrumentals.
His journey led him to befriend and make tracks with Marigold, and collaborate with international rap group Hidden Renaissance, which has seen him continue to establish himself internationally, particularly in the United States.
On TikTok, Miles extends his artistic vision, managing two distinct accounts. One features content that seamlessly blending music with visually captivating cinematography, while the other adopts a sketch-style approach for shorter promotional content. With a combined 500k views, these accounts offer a glimpse into Miles' creativity, where music, visuals, and style converge.