Black Illuminati (feat. Jadakiss)

Slammin', used to sleep on the floor with a Kel-Tec (yah)
Got a bag I can't bag yet because it's still wet (yah)
Repo man, I pay him a visit, ain't paid his bills yet (uh)
Brain hemorrhage, blunt-force trauma, I make him feel that

I wrap and seal that (seal that)
Sent out the bricks that had the Nike Swoosh stamps, I'm just doin' it for the camp
Nigga showed 'em to the plug, now he shoppin' behind my back, uh
One thing about that bitch karma, she comin' back

If you trappin', keep a strap close
Nowadays, this shit became a trend to snake your homies out 'cause everybody backdoor
But everybody Black, though (e'ery Black, though)
I let the fiends catch a bean, used to vomit off the secondhand crack smoke

Nigga got that PTSD from testin' the key
Gums numb, hope I didn't purchase work from the FEDs (FEDs)
'Cause every time I see the judge, it's like a scary movie (yah)
Fuck the court, real nigga can't do no jury duty (no)

Internet done altered this shit through a different game now
I don't rap about dead opps, I let his name die
Shame how they blackball Kane, they scratched my name out
I pushed it longer than I expected to get my name hot (my name hot)

They wanna take me out this game like Sha'Carri
Black Illuminati, touch Big Rabbit, streets need a body (bow)
I got all of them leeches away from 'round me (leeches)
You ain't rich enough to get me hit, pussy, go up the bounty, uh (up the bounty)

Spend some cheese, bitch, chopper sing, bitch (yah)
Brew him up, had him huggin' them EMTs, bitch
Turn the witness to Stevie Wonder, hoe, you ain't seen shit (ya)
Youngins on a mando' slide, this shit routine, bitch (uh)

Delta 88 with a cool knot in my tube socks
Now I push the goons through the boondocks in the Countach
Penthouse in the city, my bops givin' me rooftop
Told 'em free my nigga G-Weeder, hoe, let the roots out (woop)

You feel my energy, they gon' remember me
Ain't never had a friend like me, your enemy my enemy
Lambo' crashed the whip and got plates in both shoulders
If he didn't live through that accident, this shit could've been over, yeah (over)

They wanna take me out this game like Sha'Carri
Black Illuminati, Afghan doggy straight off the poppy
I ain't trust him, had to dust him like Christopher Moltisanti
And it hurt my heart to hurt you, but nigga, streets need a body, yeah

I don't house these hoes, bitch, get a hobby
She ain't workin', then you ain't got a wifey, you got a Tommy, yeah (you got a Tommy)
I got all of them leeches away from 'round me
Bulletproof the Escalade, I got iron like Robert Downey, nigga, yeah

Fuck you lil' niggas (uh)
(Triple-S exercise)
Kane (they never came)
Kiss, ha-ha
It's what we do, nigga

I don't do the Chrome Heart, I just do the home art
You can catch a head-shot or you can catch a dome dart
Go ahead and put the kids to sleep, this the grown part
'Fore we knew what Billboard was, we had our own chart

Strapped and they pull the car over, you take your own charge (take that)
I ain't never worked for nobody, I sold my own heart (that's right)
Smoke a fat one in the back right in my own yard
Playin' dominoes with my man, he in the boneyard

Now I can pay for the jet right on my own card
Niggas tryna go man on me, man, it's on God
Hand-to-hand with it, I ain't never played the phone, God
Calisthenics and cardio, just tryna tone, God (that's it)

Your man got the semi, but he ain't poppin' (nah)
My youngin' got the bricks in the hemi, and he ain't stoppin'
Lil' extra in the beginning to get him coppin' (uh-huh)
He ain't worried, 'cause if they get him, I get him Cochran (I got him)

He know not to fuck with them bitches, they get him hot then (he know)
Stay low, finish the work, he get a drop Benz (yes)
They just wanna be around money, but they are not friends (nah)
Until you fall back from 'em, that's where the plot ends (yeah)

I've been reppin' the Apple since it was rotten (mm)
When you a golden, you can never be forgotten (never)
They gotta ram it, you don't ever let the cops in (never)
I can have your funeral in the top ten (woo)

A lot of niggas are nice, but they are not him (Jada')
It's really nothing that you can do to stop him (hater)
Call him the god MC just like Rakim (woo)
And he done took some L's, but yeah, he got wins (wins)

Motherfucker



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Andre Robinson, Jason Terrance Phillips, Arianna Reid, Rodney Montreal
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