Illin’

Lyrics
[Intro] Reporting to you live from the other side When you lose your pride and you lose your mind You decide Yeah, uh, yeah Woah [Verse 1] We drop off these bombs and they feel it I step in commence the ass-kickin' Fresh marijuana scent on my linen Rollin' up [?] of skunk if you get it You'll get activated, levitated way Above them [?] hate it Elevated, innovative Shinin' when they throwin' shade And aggravated, agitated All the ones that nеver made it Hopin' they could switch thеy places Knock you out your spot replace you Want me to fall off? Lose it at all costs? [?] Who do I call, for the resolve? Gimme a round of applause Like right now I might lose all control I might black out This is not what you want You could find out In this game time You can't take time-outs I'm showing up and showing out Like- [Chorus] I heard Peter had to [?] Oh that money he tried to stole Paul said fuck that shit and took off 9mm to Pete and now he gone Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) [Verse 2] Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun Aiming it at everyone Squeeze the trigger till they done Holding you for ransom Till the paypal come When the cash [?] Takin' off with the funds [?] sight with it [?] I see with my vision It feel like a flight liftin No I do not need your permission You know that I will get it Fuckers laggin in on the mission This shit is like overkill And open up the vault and begin to pillage We feedin' the village Ain't too many seats at the table They eat with the villains It's a matter of my survival Then it's fuck your feelings We making something out of nothing Turn that into a million Literal definition of staying consistent Ready to risk it I'm tryna rise like a biscuit, build a real business Stack the residuals and all the interest I might be a little narcissistic Cause I [?] Paul just like Peter I'm takin' off [Chorus] I heard Peter had to [?] Oh that money he tried to stole Paul said fuck that shit and took off 9mm to Pete and now he gone Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit) Straight illin' (It's some real real sick sick shit)
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- K.A.A.N.