ill (freestyle)

(0:20)

I'm a power of a fear, make everybody disappear

I'm reincarnation and reappear, put me right near the steer

That's my career turn a back gear and it quickly changes the atmosphere

All of my hommies doing clear, flying out to stratosphere

Every year I reappear as a new form of a severe

Through the air through the hood, motherfucka I'm a fame

Leading game without an aim, I came here to reclaim

Taking everything back, jumping back in private plane

Don't complain, go insane, 2 chains go over a chain

Nobody can't maintain, shit is on, play Lil Wayne

Pop champagne bring the cocaine

Motherfucka I ain't copper, I'm the president of an elite, already 10 feet deep

Since the brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper

Got some bitches slipping by the crib, its' a thing, that's a profit

White black armor, glocky monster, he's a chopper, he's a dollar

He's robbin' on a news, he's acting like he's something

Door backside, ain't no rushing, door on side ain't no nothin'

We pop 'em right at entrance with no shit but a presence

 

Motherfucka I'm ill

 

(1:23)

I'm clearing out there, I'm clearing out here

Sicilian bitch with long hair, smoking cocaine every year

I smoke in a thinest air, I'm flying out a Lamborghini

Like look at me, with lyrics I'm magician like a genie

I'm a beast, I'm a dawg, I'm a motherfuckin' problem

Heard 'em year ago but what's a goon to a problem

On it, on it, I am going on it

On some fuckin' bullshit, call me a lil johny

What you want from me bitch, what you want you shawty

Got an answer on my profit, dressing like I'm gothic

What you ask for more bitch, what you want? A sorry?

I ain't with you no more, I'm on a shit that look chaotic

Yeah nig' I'm chaotic, so what I want is more, is to write up like a chronic

And I ain't trippin' if you got it, but how you like a bitch with no ass

She ain't got shit

Motherfucka I'm ill, not slick, and I'm on shit but my rock slick

Yeah my glock sit and I'm not dick, I'm it

 

Motherfucka I'm ill