ILLEST
They thought this shit was a joke, it's only whites at the top like a root beer float
I want a new wave of kids who will listen when spoke
Instead of making cloud raps and hoping one day they'll blow
I want a girl who won't just leave but she'll listen and grow
We'll make a bond and I'll give that girl the key to my home
I've been dreaming since a jit and now a nigga has grown
I just hope that when I call you, you will pick up the phone
I wanted it to be wrong, but it's all coming clear to me
Before I made delusions, none of these rappers was feeling me
Oh, now you got an ego, fuck you, this shit killing me
I just feel like some of these rappers owe their careers to me
Not even on no glaze, bitch, it ain't no jealousy
I just find it crazy how I'm giving out hella feats and making y'all better beats
But when it comes to me, they not giving the energy
That's how you know I'm the illest on the whole team
They will neglect the kid unless they know he got a dream
They all froze cash, rule them niggas ice C.R.E.A.M
Numbers don't mean shit to me, I know I'm nice clean
Don't need a high beam, y'all got some pipe dreams
Straight to the gutter cause y'all never make it as a team
Go tell your mother that you'll never make it out the streets
While I'm kicking, spitting spirits on a I-Z beat
Bitch, I already won, I talk sharp like a razor blade under my tongue
Think smart before you put me in a 1v1
Cause I got nothing left to lose, nigga might go dumb
I got something on my waist if you talking bout shit
Might just make a nigga twitch if he talking bout clips
Say another thing about me, you can suck on my fist
If I start to pop my shit, he gon' bounce like some tits
Matter fact, fuck that shit, you can suck on my dick
This ain't about rap, nigga, it's bout morals and shit
You couldn't keep a bitch happy, now who fucking your bitch
You couldn't drop the new album, now who running this shit
I never even hated you, but now you got me all pissed
I never do your ass like that and this shit crazy as shit
Hope that if you ever make it, you go out like Chris
Don't keep that same fucking energy when I start to diss
Peace
I want a new wave of kids who will listen when spoke
Instead of making cloud raps and hoping one day they'll blow
I want a girl who won't just leave but she'll listen and grow
We'll make a bond and I'll give that girl the key to my home
I've been dreaming since a jit and now a nigga has grown
I just hope that when I call you, you will pick up the phone
I wanted it to be wrong, but it's all coming clear to me
Before I made delusions, none of these rappers was feeling me
Oh, now you got an ego, fuck you, this shit killing me
I just feel like some of these rappers owe their careers to me
Not even on no glaze, bitch, it ain't no jealousy
I just find it crazy how I'm giving out hella feats and making y'all better beats
But when it comes to me, they not giving the energy
That's how you know I'm the illest on the whole team
They will neglect the kid unless they know he got a dream
They all froze cash, rule them niggas ice C.R.E.A.M
Numbers don't mean shit to me, I know I'm nice clean
Don't need a high beam, y'all got some pipe dreams
Straight to the gutter cause y'all never make it as a team
Go tell your mother that you'll never make it out the streets
While I'm kicking, spitting spirits on a I-Z beat
Bitch, I already won, I talk sharp like a razor blade under my tongue
Think smart before you put me in a 1v1
Cause I got nothing left to lose, nigga might go dumb
I got something on my waist if you talking bout shit
Might just make a nigga twitch if he talking bout clips
Say another thing about me, you can suck on my fist
If I start to pop my shit, he gon' bounce like some tits
Matter fact, fuck that shit, you can suck on my dick
This ain't about rap, nigga, it's bout morals and shit
You couldn't keep a bitch happy, now who fucking your bitch
You couldn't drop the new album, now who running this shit
I never even hated you, but now you got me all pissed
I never do your ass like that and this shit crazy as shit
Hope that if you ever make it, you go out like Chris
Don't keep that same fucking energy when I start to diss
Peace
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Writer(s): Herman Green
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