lirik lagu id (from hip-hop dna: mcs) [mixed] – dj green lantern
[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
i’m so ill
welcome to h*ll where you are welcome to sell
i— ill
all scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em
i’m so ill
when them sh*lls come, you better return ’em
i— i— ill (uh)
[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
i came in here with enforcers and with the goons
i never fail, i aim for the stars, came up short, then i hit the moon
i’m more g than if voorhees had the pumpkin face
mac*11 thumpin’, chase b*tches never dump thеm, make ’em get out
control thеy minds, keep them down on that sunken place
which is why your boy remains on top
i tell the baddest b*tch around, “ho, you look like tory lanez jump shot”
i use to think raw s*x was the sacred sh*t
’til i switched to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest of a naked chick
now i just be dissing hoes, yeah mama, your son’s grown
i literally turned down your wife so many times
her p*ssy lips ice*grilling you while you l!cking it with your fronts on
either get out my face or i’m defacin’ you with a comment
rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
n*ggas say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
i’m what you call them detroit problems, now they got dp
now i got the ar, so now they gotta back up
lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
i’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst flower
to the book of ryan, i keep my story low, i’m the first floor
[chorus]
ill— i— i— ill
when them sh*lls come, you better return ’em
i— i— ill
[verse 2: conway the machine]
word on the streets is n*ggas mad, i’m rufflin’ n*ggas’ feathers
tell them sucka n*ggas i said f*ck them n*ggas, whatever
you n*ggas know y’all can’t f*ck with me, n*gga, never
you can line them n*ggas up, put a bunch of n*ggas together
yeah, i stick the clip in and pop
the kinda sh*t that i’m on is reminiscent of pac
grippin’ the glock, bandana on, bl!ck at the cops
pickin’ your spot, got the hammer drawn, lift up ya top
n*gga, you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, i can tell
i can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, i can smell
this for n*ggas behind the wall that keep the ratchet in they cell
that’ll stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail (woo), yeah
my automatic full of sh*lls
they tried to take me out before, but i had to just prevail
i know the goons, the little savages as well
i know the plug, make a call and get a package in the mail
it’s passion that i’m rapping with, these rap n*ggas is real
street n*gga, but i’m rappin’ like i graduated yale
i ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
’cause if i ain’t the illest rapper, then actually i failed
look, you must got it confused
come at me sideways, and get you your spot on the news
you gotta be fools, shawty get used, goon’s body, you smooth
put you in a funeral home, body get viewed
[chorus]
ill
welcome to h*ll where you are welcome to sell
i— ill
all scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em
i’m so ill— ill
when them sh*lls come, you better return ’em
i— i— ill
[outro]
green lantern
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