Say What’s Ill

If you could put your eyesight through my eye view

Swear you'd see it shorter than a shorty who's 5"2'

High cool palms through this paper I write through

Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J. Blige do

I do things for shorties who's eyes blue

But her light skin red like Piru

And damn, I'm feeling like a plane

I'm just looking for a air-head shorty to fly through

And I sky through whips like a crash dummy

You cats funny, this rapping is my dad sonny

Lost the mother years back, don't ask money

Niggas who got religious will still blast for me

I'm back like fiends for the drug money

You dumb funny fuckers fronting like thugs buddy

Anyone with a flag can be a blood, but he won't be a blood when it comes to the sun dummy

Asking women, "Why your man counting ones honey?"

Without Wayne, he's still dealing with young money

And I been looking for a girl, so you can take three and lose two and still wouldn't be the one for me

I never wished for niggas to get it intertwined

The money 360°, even sitting in a line

I realize none of these niggas is friends of mine

Mel Gibson ain't the only nigga catching signs

You gotta understand I'm in a different mind

I'm Vince Carter x2, I'm in a different prime

I got my fork and my knife like it's dinner time

Taking niggas greens like trees in the winter time

I feel lost with this pen of mine

I'm just talking, I ain't even begin to rhyme

I'm burning up rappers like


Like a pimp at a strip club, you can get behind

Feel your mind change, in this diaphram

It's all mind games, It's part of the diagram

And I sit back and watch time change

My frame cool in a room full of five lames

Mr. Nine chain wearing round my neck piece

SB fans in the winter with the fresh fleece

I'm X streets,
best be

In and out the slot like a USB

Crew freshly dressed


Watch your M-A-N-V-M-E

But I can bring that fly shit right back

Make a broad say I'm bad like Mike Jack

Type of rappers wanna lie while I write facts

Sleeping on niggas, PJs and a night cap

You see, I'm cold as an ice rack

But I'm fresh out the mouth like a nice jab

I heard your pipe rap, Family Guy

I ain't sharp, one shot your brain marrow fly

But I can burn you mans alive

You faker than a human disguise

Just take it how two mans collide

I shine, I can take the sun from the South and leave Houston deprived

But you stand we got a P-R-oblem

Whether you are Batman or Robin


in a room, a bafoon or a goon or a goblin

You are nothing but a joker in the city of Gotham

I feel I was tossed in this mix off

Shit got me puzzled like a jigsaw, Shit boy

We living it all like it's pish posh

But I'm feeling like a block, like Chris Bosh

To see succession or beat depression and leave recession

I got devilish style, I need to see the Reverend

I need a blessing to leave a lesson, to key in testing

Cause I'm professional, born in a ceminal

If I'm the envelope, you niggas the centerfold

I'm in heaven still tryna dodge the men below

I'm telling every girl that we can't elope

States boy getting peeled like cantelope

And we ain't on the same level, the same stage

Still Fly like Drake, but we ain't on the same page

As far as the future sees

Welcome to the future T.O






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