ILL
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make em say uhhh like
fucking Master P
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Texting that bitch and im texting her man
You onna ceiling cuz bitch you a fan
Im trying to get rich yeah im trying to get bands
Fuck all these feelings i don't understand
All of that shit is not part of the plan
Real niggas know the deal with it
Heard me rap
Yeah i did my thing
They was like Jay just killed the shit
Cuz you know she spit real with it
And she love it for the trill of it
She so fuckin mean with the fuckin schemes
Like Bob she be building it
Chop shit up and catch a deal with it
Dreams big go to Ville wit it
Rapping wit Jermaine
Let him feel the pain
17 Years builded bitch
I want money i want control of my life
Everybody tell me wrong
Wont acknowledge when Im right
Know nothing comes from nothing
Im prepared to give my life
This Christmas I want the Game
Imma make that shit my wife
I got twisted vision
Speak it live it
Story of my life
When i get kids of my own
Imma teach them wrong and right
Imma like thugga thugga
Stoner stoner
Smoking till i die
Rolling up another one
Imma smoke until im high
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I'm make em say uhhh like
Fucking Master P
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Bubbling bitch
Like my stomach is sick
Cause im ill
Trouble is swift
I just push pass that shit
Like oh well
I know im great
Them niggas dont work on them selves
Writing my way
Lil nigga
I dont need know help
Dont gotta stay
I rather go home by myself
She onna same page
Rather just work on her wealth
Im Growing with grace
Moving different you can tell
I want me a bad bitch whos
Nothing but her self
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make em say uhhh like
fucking Master P
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Texting that bitch and im texting her man
You onna ceiling cuz bitch you a fan
Im trying to get rich yeah im trying to get bands
Fuck all these feelings i don't understand
All of that shit is not part of the plan
Real niggas know the deal with it
Heard me rap
Yeah i did my thing
They was like Jay just killed the shit
Cuz you know she spit real with it
And she love it for the trill of it
She so fuckin mean with the fuckin schemes
Like Bob she be building it
Chop shit up and catch a deal with it
Dreams big go to Ville wit it
Rapping wit Jermaine
Let him feel the pain
17 Years builded bitch
I want money i want control of my life
Everybody tell me wrong
Wont acknowledge when Im right
Know nothing comes from nothing
Im prepared to give my life
This Christmas I want the Game
Imma make that shit my wife
I got twisted vision
Speak it live it
Story of my life
When i get kids of my own
Imma teach them wrong and right
Imma like thugga thugga
Stoner stoner
Smoking till i die
Rolling up another one
Imma smoke until im high
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I'm make em say uhhh like
Fucking Master P
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Bubbling bitch
Like my stomach is sick
Cause im ill
Trouble is swift
I just push pass that shit
Like oh well
I know im great
Them niggas dont work on them selves
Writing my way
Lil nigga
I dont need know help
Dont gotta stay
I rather go home by myself
She onna same page
Rather just work on her wealth
Im Growing with grace
Moving different you can tell
I want me a bad bitch whos
Nothing but her self
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Credits
Writer(s): Jacey-symone Gregg
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