Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill
Brah, Brah,  motherfucker, I'm ill, motherfucker, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
****, I got this
Brah, brah
[Verse 2]
Pop deuce spot, kick the latch off
Still rap white, that Ash Roth
That uncut, that sushi
I'm two G, that's Gucci (what else)
I'm bossed up they washed up
Everyday that kush I cough up
Buy all cash, we don't ran out
I'm ill swag, in the penthouse
[Verse 3]
Been a Convict ask, Akon
Had blocks locked, ask Avon
That's real talk , what's up B Mo?
Bad boy got Diddy on the T'Mo
I'm I'll, make it look simple
DJ bring, it back like a rental
Drinks don't stop we party all night
And everywhere I go, I let it go like
[Verse 4]
Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, it's too easy
Brah, brah, motherfucker, I'm ill, motherfucker, I'm ill
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, brah
[Verse 5]
If my name was Willis they'd probably call me Will
But I'm the illest so that's why they call me ill
Ew,  you **** disgust me
And they ain't talking about shit unless they discuss me
Funeral Fab, yeah, I'm in the building y'all
All black on and I be killing y'all
So, the name speak for itself
You add a loser plus a lame it'll equal yourself
[Verse 6]
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant the livest ones
Still on my Grizzlies no Iverson
You ain't a gangsta you an off-duty cop
With ya fake ass they should call you booty shots
Yankee game better seats than Rudy got
Fruity pot has me with the eyes Matsui got (nice)
That ****, that you are not
Red dot on ya head's the best tattoo you got
[Verse 7]
Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, it's too easy
Brah, brah, motherfucker, I'm ill, motherfucker, I'm ill
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, brah
[Verse 8]
They trash and I'm ill
I'm too hot how the fuck I'm gon' chill?
Laid back, Maybach back seat
I'm balling like a athlete
Talk's cheap everyone could afford it
Shakedown here now everyone applaud
Now it's showtime,  time to cam-cord
I'm in the building and I'm the landlord
From the east opposite of Kanye
No appetizers,  just entrees
Just four doors maybe a couple Coupes
Everybody's eating no cup a soup`s
General R just showed up
Don't pass me nothing already rolled up
Drinks don't stop party all night
And everywhere I go, I let it go like
[Verse 9]
Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
I'm ill, it's too easy
Brah, brah, motherfucker, I'm ill, motherfucker, I'm ill
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Brah, Brah, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill
What else? I'm still going, yeah
Brah, brah
Written by: Jermaine Denny, John Jackson
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