Turnt

I'm ill... don't you feel how I feel
I get turnt, like my god...
I'm ill, you don't hear what I hear
I get turnt, like knobs on, ovens

And I'm fire like the pilot
Stay so secluded like I'm stuck upon an island
I can not kick it with you, you are not my sidekick
You are double sided, no, you are double faceded
All will be revealed, love it when you're talking crazy
I can see the truth in that
Show where your intentions at
Are you holding me up
Or are you holding me back
That is not the same shit
1 lifts me over shit
1 is just blocking shit
That is like opposites
And 1 I ain't rocking with
And the other I'm loving it
1 is a true friend
And the others an enemy
I can just keep it player
And you just stay over there

I'm ill... don't you feel how I feel
I get turnt, like my god...
I'm ill, you don't hear what I hear
I get turnt, like knobs on, ovens

But what, I, cook, ain't, crack, in, kitchen
I don't take orders, from, Ronald Reagan
Rather be a man, if choice, that or a billion
I can stand on my own two, like a pushup
From Bruce Lee, its something like peace sign
Nutty like a pecan, Hit me on the weekend
I, put in, work, till I, see, the, sun rise
Y'all just connive, I cut head off
You better dead off
I mean, off dead
We say homie, they say Woday
They from Southside, we're, from Northern
Same all around world
See us when we roll in

We're ill... don't you feel how we feel
We get turnt, like my god...
We're ill, you don't hear what we hear
We get turnt, like knobs on, ovens
We're ill
We're ill