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Blood sweat and beers,

yeah thats BSB, just take a look at me,

cuz you aint bout that life,

homie,

you don't even know me,

Used to make a couple bands, on my mothafuckin lonely,

now I'm making hella racks with my homies, whole team,

we just make money, and steal all the honeys,

so keep ur girl at home g, or she'll be steady posted up on my throne b

Word of the wise, i advise not to fuck with me, back down, take a seat

cuz i got boys packing heat, that aren't afraid to pull out the chrome, i'd rather fight you face to face, get me in the zone, il send you to emerge feeling like a disgrace, contemplating your regrets, son i never fret, never shook by threats,

and I'm never in debt, cuz my money steady stackin, you know I'm never slackin' or distracted, by the females. cuz you know how the story goes, bitches be cray, so i keep them at bay and focus on business, so much white on the table you would think that its christmas, now I'm gonna pass the mic to my partner in crime, he's always on the go man and bitches call him the snow man.

 

 

Ilz:

some call me the snowman, but in the rap game,

I'm know as big ilz,