Key: E minor•
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Verse 1
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D .J. – Ill Will
And it got me silly on a four -wheeler frontin'
for the bitches poppin' wheelies
Lifestyle wild, like Apocalypto
Cause niggas talk breezy
like I hit the pot with Crisco
Know I'm in the hood,
but I be hidin' out the zip code
Hunters down in Magic City,
make them bitches get low
The roof open like the bots
of a kid's mill
Niggas pushin' water
like the wipers on the windshield
Niggas say they ballin',
but they don't know how to gym drill
Kush got me hired and Vince
doin' the windmill
Don't ask my religion,
I represent the street
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Eye s wide open,
I don't get to sleep
Decepticon,
transform when I get the beat
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Chop a lullaby, hate her,
you would think he went to sleep
Now I'm livin' my life,
like I'm dyin' tonight
Think I'm movin' too fast,
only move for the cash
Keep a tool in the stash,
I see me in the lights
I ain't gettin' out the car
till he read me my rights
Hollywood in my dreams,
I see me on the scene
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With a pocket full of money
See I do what I want,
while they do what they can
Money rollin' the blunt,
I got two in my hand
All we know is the grind,
goin' hard as a brick
NFL in the building and we
startin' some shit
Said all we know is the grind,
goin' hard as a brick
NFL in the building and we
startin' some shit
I'm your one hope, yo nigga is dumb broke
So hesitate mami
and you skip like jump rope
Wake up in the morning
with a million on my mind
Got a million dollar plan,
got it with me all the time
All I know is go and get it,
for that mill I'm on my grind
If I ever get a million,
I'ma kill him every time
Spilling white Zinfandel,
hot flow sent from hell
School a lot of niggas failed,
but nowadays they living well
Not the type to kiss and tell,
wish I could've went to Yale
But still I seen white boy
and white girl pitching well
I'm made from the best,
like a snapple
Smoking on cooks from the west,
I'm from the apple
Quarterbacks try to get close,
my niggas tackle
My flow is like bull in a plane
without the hassle
I'm livin' my life,
like I'm dyin' tonight
Think I'm movin' too fast,
only move for the cash
Keep a tool in the stash,
I see me in the lights
I ain't gettin' out the car
till he read me my rights
Hollywood in my dreams,
I see me on the scene
With a pocket full of money
and my sneakers is clean
Money rollin' the blunt,
I got two in my hand
All we know is the grind,
goin' hard as a brick
NFL in the building and we
startin' some shit
Said all we know is the grind,
going hard as a brick
NFL in the building and we starting some shit
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