Massachusetts rappers SUMiT and Millyz link up on Really the 1, trading bars that balance ego with accountability, ambition with aftermath.
Over a dusty soul loop and crisp boom-bap drums, the duo bring punchlines and confessionals in equal measure—no filler, just focus.
“I’ve been ready to run it up in the city you’re from,” SUMiT declares, weaving sharp cadence with self-awareness.
His delivery is tight, almost conversational, laced with lines that veer from self-critique to quiet bravado: “Resent my confidence, be wishing they could rip it off me.”
Millyz closes with weight—measured, unforced: “Took my life and then I wrote about it / Gotta really chase your dreams, you can’t just hope about it.”
His verse shifts from streetwise detail to understated motivation without softening the edge.
The chemistry feels earned, not engineered. There’s a natural rhythm to the way SUMiT and Millyz volley between introspection and grind, memory and motion. It’s old-school in feel but grounded in today’s emotional realism.
Really the 1 doesn’t posture. It reflects—on brotherhood, personal stakes, and the pressure of becoming everything you’ve said you are.
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Millyz x SUMiT Really the 1 Lyrics
Sharing what I keep inside
Open what I bottled up, poured it where my people died
Wish I had a reason why
For telling all my recent lies
Cheating on my wifey like she wouldn’t make a decent bride
Blame this shit on Nike, I just do it I ain’t even try
Demon time is nightly, biddy likely doing 3 to 5
‘Fore I bail
Hug her then I pick a color for her nails
More than jail
Slide in with some bars you boys are sure to fail
How the hell my brother in designer with a spot in Brickell?
How I’m with a bunch of dimes and I ain’t got a nickel?
Hit me with your punching lines them shits would kinda tickle
Spit some rhymes, you’re gonna find out why this guy’s a sicko
But what will he become?
He been ready to run it up in the city you’re from
He been telling ‘em that his run hasn’t really begun
Going silly and dumb
Know it’s Millyz and Sum
We both really the 1 though
We both really the
Compliments they whisper softly
Resent my confidence be wishing they could rip it off me
Winning arguments, they take it as I’m getting cocky
Piss me off ‘fore I can even take a sip of coffee
Bars be layered like a breakfast danish
She got a body like she speak it as a second language
She got a heart but now it’s chrome, I see the weapon’s stainless
I see my dawg be hardly home and always repping Cambridge
Came and did it big for Massachusetts
Tell ‘em either blast the new shit or your ass is useless
And you could look at that as stupid or I’m acting ruthless
But I would rather make some music than some trash excuses
Chill I won’t chill ‘til we done
I’ve been ready to run it up in the city you’re from
I’ve been telling ‘em that my run hasn’t really begun
Going silly and dumb
Know it’s Millyz and Sum
We both really the 1
Really though
Yeah
Living healthy but I’m out here taking flights to Greece
If we connected then I gotta hit her twice at least
Black trucks, pull up in plenty, every night’s a fleet
White on whites but I’ve been in the field like Nike cleats
Twice a week I saw the plug because the price was cheap
If you ain’t qualified to talk ain’t got the right to speak
I sip quality-tested wok to make my Sprite unique
I do Tulum three times a year because I like the beach
Took my life and then I wrote about it
Gotta really chase your dreams, you can’t just hope about it
Looking out for gang to the point I almost went broke about it
Doing charities from the heart I ain’t even post about it
Meet me at the summit with SUMiT
I’ve really done it
Just so funny how they back down soon as they get confronted
Shots hit him when he ran the bullets exited his stomach
If he lives I’ll put that bag on his head like a mullet
Cosa Nostra we the mob
I’ve been tryina even odds
Got the key to the city
No I don’t need a fob
Millions off of rap but thank the Lord I got a decent job
‘Cause if I didn’t I’d sell d’s and rob
Yeah this life is beautiful
