Illkayfreestyle

They don't believe my dream like Martin Luther King they always been in doubt
All I ever dwelt upon was how I'm gonna own that house
I'm just stacking now, eighteen carats in my mouth
Since a jit, been bugs bunny, what's up doc I ain't scared of Rittenhouse
I had to get my ass off the couch playing video games
That'll make a dumb nigga sit back and think that's how you learn to aim
Man you silly as fuck if you think life's a game, all I know is pain
You most likely not where I'm from, I can't stand the rain
Growing up sneaking videos likely get you shot
I guess it's normal now, I see pigs and snakes everywhere on my block
It makes business kind of funny honey if you not tryna get caught
And if you don't know me, don't speak on my name, that shit needs to stop
I just ghosted a bitch, I told her that I just got out
I was in the halfway house acting a fool, off that boot up and loud
Had to take those fucking classes, man that shit be super plastic
Daydreamer, tunnel vision, had to put on my Gucci glasses

Going straight back to that ratchet, cause I'm back in this traffic
I can't ever get caught lacking, I'll let a nigga have it
I be riding solo dolo, move strategic, avoid clashes
Networking with local artist, get this money, feed my family
Ain't no certain order, if it's first then it's my daughter
Ain't no questions asked, if I slide hit the gas, make it splash like some water
I've been through the mud, been baptized in that holy water
Spoiled rotten by my mother, and disciplined by my father

That's why I'm grinding harder, you can't eat without some bread
I was spiritually anorexic, the truth smacked me in my head
Cause it's different when you starving when you actually were fed
I got to watch out for the evil bitches I lay in my bed
Cause they just want you for yo money, I thought love don't cost a thing
I've been in sentimental moods feeling like Duke Ellington
I'm just tryna fuck baby girl, I can't feel that hurt again
Hopeless romantic but I'm savage, all you good for is some brain
I used to cop hell of hoopties with hubcaps, and splurge on sounds
Now I'm buying beamers, and jags with Konigs the top goes down
I'm not lucky, I'm just blessed, I just prayed and stayed focused
I ain't worried bout no bitch, chase a check n chase my kid
Plus I save, cause I want them bands, that's the secret to this game
Might I add, I trade Forex also, but you might think it's lame
But that's okay, I'm just stacking bread, to put up for my kids
I got, patience, from my daddy taking me fishing
You bet not get it twisted, any second I could flip a script
Coming from getting beat with baseball bats, extension cords, and tree switches
I'm a ticking fucking bomb, so please don't trip on tick
My aggressions mostly harmless, unless I raise up a fist
And I slap bitches too, don't get to acting rude
Bitch change yo attitude, cause I am not yo dude
Go get him I keep my tool, he better keep his cool
And he got one time to raise his voice at me, his strings is getting pulled



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Writer(s): Casper Corbert
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