​iLL PRELUDE

Lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] (Zoocci Coke Dope, he's the dealer (Dealer)) ...It's always visible, it's always present in the, in the music. You can-not hear it when you listen to somebody shit. You can hear the intention. You can hear what they tryna do. So if you come to it with like the intention of "I wanna tell the truth, I wanna inspire you, I wanna entertain, and I want, in just express what I'm tryna get off", then the records come out different in my experiеnce [Verse 1: Zoocci Coke Dope] I was told that anything is possible Gotta stay solid, stay honourable Niggas try to stop it, wе unstoppable This lean is causing pain in my abdominal Pouring so much poison in my Styrofoam Shouts to Nasty C, this shit phenomenal Haters always need some shit to comment on Momma calling me like "When you coming home?' Back on my shit, I'm back in the cave Pull up on your bae like back in the day I got monsters, I got demons under my bed If it wasn't for this shit I'd probably be dead, I promise Hope we don't resort to no violence When I'm with my bitch I give her mileage Perfected all this shit down to the science Stay defiant, yeah You ain't even as real as all your music nigga Hear a catch phrase and then abuse it nigga I know that we're at war but I ain't choose it nigga I'm just praying to the Lord that I don't lose a nigga If we're talking money need the maximum Buzzin' in the streets, I'm prolly platinum Givin' you my words and then I'm backin' 'em Unlike them I don't just claim I'm actually platinum, yeah And you a liar nigga You wouldn't be a match for me if you were fire nigga, yeah Plus I'm a fire nigga Your booking fee is prolly just my rider nigga, yeah I don't like a lot of niggas R.I.P Nip, you can't trust a nigga Do it for my dawg when we chasin' figures I'm dyin' for the cause, I'll never die for niggas [Pre-Chorus: Tellaman] (Yeah yeah) I'll lose all I got before I lose myself, yeah (Lose myself) Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path, yeah I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah Oh well I wish 'em well [Chorus: Tellaman] Your cart full of dreams, when are you checkin' out? You weren't talking about shows when you said you sellin' out You got a lot of issues, need some airin' out Stack all my money making ways, I'll never change the route, yeah yeah I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah Oh well, yeah I wish 'em well [Interlude: Nipsey Hussle] It's like you lose it immediately if you go into a creative space with a business intention. You lost You can still succeed with the business intention and make a product that succeeds, but the art value is gone immediately And it's like, to check your intentions going into the album, and bring what you learnt from all your other shit to it, that's when the records come out different in my experience [Verse 2: Stogie T] Tom Ford stilettos Charles De Gaulle airport Ma, swear she a centrefold Buying like she export In the lounge drinking French port But that's my heart, y'all get extorted by weird hoes Bunch of cornballs hiding behind scarecrows Yours for the streets, mine thinks of me when she heads home Gucci for the kids, they treat this shit like Pep clothes Zoocci with the strings, give life to the kid Geppetto Cognac Visetos, brunch at Trocadéro Stuff so many muscles feel like Brock Lesnar I'm no wrestler, I'm restless I throw bets on potential Can't only measure success by low benches My sense, the process shows best where you go next Focus on no man, hold self to the code set, no less Nothing's finished unless you started, that's old gems Pour some Chris' for my dearly departed old man I'm still me in a Mazda 3 You still shrink in your mama's Jeep You get fees, the master's me You Toby, I'm Master P That New Orleanian typa breed My psyche need balance High key Maria Callas The shanties leave us callous, beer weed addicts Hit the lick, pack the demons with us to the palace And all you get is rich niggas drippin' with the baggage I promise! I could write a bible verse and still get a Thomas Haters burn idols don't follow no commandments Only one God but these kids breaking tablets You really on drugs, used to be they would bag it Made French bread when you was still calling it "Baguette" Pin bae legs on the wall Miles Morales Savage! On my Fred Hampton, RIP Chadwick [Pre-Chorus: Tellaman] I'll lose all I got before I lose myself, yeah Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path, yeah I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah Oh well I wish 'em well [Chorus: Tellaman] Your cart full of dreams, when are you checkin' out? You weren't talking about shows when you said you sellin' out You got a lot of issues, need some airin' out Stack all my money making ways, I'll never change the route, yeah yeah I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah Oh well, yeah I wish 'em well [Outro]