Illuminate.
(Michael Savage)
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Yeah, I got some different swag
Got a different flow
Yeah, I got some better clothes
Got a better hoe
Yeah, I'm focused making money
Yeah, I'm making dough
Yeah, you thought that shit was funny
Pull up to your door
Yeah, knock knock, open up with the drac
Yeah, run up in your crib then I hit a stain
Yeah, smoking every day
Just to heal the pain
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
This ain't "Purple Rayn"
Yeah, you know I keep it real for my real ones
Yeah, you know I go on drills with my day ones
Yeah, yeah, this for my day ones
I'mma have to kill if it's bout my dead ones
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Bitch I pull up to your block then I spray 'em down
I remember I was trapping out my spray ground
Yeah, she wanna have my kid, I ain't a playground
You know if it's bout some money I ain't playing 'round
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Yeah, I got some different swag
Got a different flow
Yeah, I got some better clothes
Got a better hoe
Yeah, I'm focused making money
Yeah, I'm making dough
Yeah, you thought that shit was funny
Pull up to your door
Yeah, knock knock, open up with the drac
Yeah, run up in your crib then I hit a stain
Yeah, smoking every day
Just to heal the pain
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
This ain't "Purple Rayn"
Yeah, you know I keep it real for my real ones
Yeah, you know I go on drills with my day ones
Yeah, yeah, this for my day ones
I'mma have to kill if it's bout my dead ones
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see your fate
I remember you was eating, I ain't had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Bitch I pull up to your block then I spray 'em down
I remember I was trapping out my spray ground
Yeah, she wanna have my kid, I ain't a playground
You know if it's bout some money I ain't playing 'round
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Writer(s): Vinh Ha
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