So Illy
An ill nigga
Lotta people don't know that though
Real recognize real, ill recognize ill
Know what I mean?
My side chick lighting up sticky
I'm chilling
Pick up when the wife call
My side not tripping
I just ordered sides that I know I won't finish
The waitress so pretty and she just kept insisting
Put her number with a heart on the bill
Oh really
There's a reason why she feel me (Why?)
I'm so illy (Facts)
Run The Fade
But the fade is something y'all don't wanna run
To get to this level our past had to be troublesome
I suggest y'all ladies give the drummer some
(That's Flowman)
And the engineer, my nigga that push the buttons some
(That's Flowman)
Add to that, give a retired drug runner some
(Tone!)
Fuck with us, I promise you won't want for none
We just begun
Key to the city shit
Me, I was pitiful, ignorant
In front of the municipal dealing with
To turn my life around
Me and Flow really killing shit
My Philly bitch hit my Spotify
Now she listening
(Thank you, baby!)
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
It's 745, sun settin', perfect timin'
I would slide thru the block
These birdies wanna flock
Some think that make you hot
But I was blazin', so amazin'
Since back in '94, had dem school teachers hatin, huh?
People throwin' sodium
I activate they phobias
I bounce back better than ever
Bitch, I was toldin' ya
Nevermind the grammar
I'm preachin' this propaganda
No question, I got the answers
I'm holdin' shit like a pamper, huh?
Just listen, I am the factor
Protagonist of the chapter
A rapper but not an actor
I murder shit like a raptor
I told ya, I'm takin' over
A million beats in a folder
I'm eyeing the Testarossa
Might drive it to Nova Scotia
I'm really on a level where them shots gon miss me
Say she don't feel me, when she see me gon kiss me
Ten toes down so you know I'm not trippin'
Feelin' so illy that it probably might kill me
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
Lotta people don't know that though
Real recognize real, ill recognize ill
Know what I mean?
My side chick lighting up sticky
I'm chilling
Pick up when the wife call
My side not tripping
I just ordered sides that I know I won't finish
The waitress so pretty and she just kept insisting
Put her number with a heart on the bill
Oh really
There's a reason why she feel me (Why?)
I'm so illy (Facts)
Run The Fade
But the fade is something y'all don't wanna run
To get to this level our past had to be troublesome
I suggest y'all ladies give the drummer some
(That's Flowman)
And the engineer, my nigga that push the buttons some
(That's Flowman)
Add to that, give a retired drug runner some
(Tone!)
Fuck with us, I promise you won't want for none
We just begun
Key to the city shit
Me, I was pitiful, ignorant
In front of the municipal dealing with
To turn my life around
Me and Flow really killing shit
My Philly bitch hit my Spotify
Now she listening
(Thank you, baby!)
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
It's 745, sun settin', perfect timin'
I would slide thru the block
These birdies wanna flock
Some think that make you hot
But I was blazin', so amazin'
Since back in '94, had dem school teachers hatin, huh?
People throwin' sodium
I activate they phobias
I bounce back better than ever
Bitch, I was toldin' ya
Nevermind the grammar
I'm preachin' this propaganda
No question, I got the answers
I'm holdin' shit like a pamper, huh?
Just listen, I am the factor
Protagonist of the chapter
A rapper but not an actor
I murder shit like a raptor
I told ya, I'm takin' over
A million beats in a folder
I'm eyeing the Testarossa
Might drive it to Nova Scotia
I'm really on a level where them shots gon miss me
Say she don't feel me, when she see me gon kiss me
Ten toes down so you know I'm not trippin'
Feelin' so illy that it probably might kill me
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
Feeling so illy
Got the key to my city
My ride so drippy
Ya shawty ride wit me
My nigga, I'm illy
So illy
Lightin' up sticky
High like hippy
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Writer(s): Anthony Dargan
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