· Marcus Adetola · Reviews

Really the 1 by Millyz x SUMiT Is Sharp, Soulful, and Self-Aware

<p>Millyz x SUMiT’s “Really the 1” blends soul-infused beats with sharp verses on ego, ambition, and quiet reflection.</p>
SUMiT and Millyz Really the 1 song artwork
SUMiT and Millyz Really the 1 song artwork

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

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