Illa Then.

To you it's crazy but to me it's just chilling
Mad Swishes, bad bitches on my linen
Freewheeling, blown in the wind
You could blame Bob Dylan
For how I'm living
Trying to be a hero but they play me as a villain
Keep my mind high, swag on a hundred million
Rapping is my meal tick
Eating, though I'm still thin
You ain't know before? Right now you're being filled in
Ill kid
I'm trying to do it real big
Like my bitches real thin, my Swishes real thick
Real spit, word to Illa on the keys
Rolling Swisher after Swisher, killer got me feeling keyed
Hawaiian trees that we picked up from the Keys
They do their thing but they ain't real as me



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