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letra de ill - conrad jenkins

[intro: connor]

i’ve been dreaming like mlk
no man for another
without rap, there is no me
so the art was inc-mbent
if you down to find what’s real
no christopher columbus
stick around with conrad
he’s ill
run with it or run from it (2x)
you’ve never seen nothing like this
i promise
didn’t go to prom but i’m on my prom sh-t
i’ma keep it real til they put me in a coffin
man conrad’s so ill
so you better run from him

[verse 1: connor]

run with it or run from it
turn this whole scene to a dream
gordon-levitt
man down, call a medic
i’m just connecting all the pieces to the puzzle like tetris
i’ve got what you need like the keys to a safe
never run or leave the scene like we fleeing a bank
flow low on the scale cause we talking ph
smoking vegetables rolled in a cone
yeah we straight
ya flow is getting old like aging in life
connor sprays lines and they waving the white
i’ve dedicated time that wasn’t even mine
i’ve sacrificed but martyrs ain’t right
i’ll take you like ronda
man it’s connor
give him some honor
whoa

which way you running?
run with it or run from it

[verse 2: connor]

i thank god for his grace and what the stars sending
a young go-getter with the mind of an apprentice
always improve
that’s my life’s sentence
i stand behind my bars like i’m f-cking bartending
this is armageddon
i’m battling myself
no new buddies
this ain’t motherf-cking elf
raw full of cruddy
i think i need some help
propane from my brain
watch everybody melt
stealth
as i maneuver all these phonies
wealth
but i ain’t talking about a rollie
my mind might be going helter skelt
but i play the cards i’m dealt
leaving welts, holy canoly

[verse 3: danny rosea]

better think hard to make it
bet a n-gga never get lost and angry
got a whole lot of love but i’m awfully thanking
my lord cause the law could’ve called in danger
aw man, this that new sh-t
hallelujah
how ya doing?
can i get through ya?
got me feeling like the man this year
got me tryna get a plan for a grammy, yeah
gotta jump up and go cause the boat going
it’ll really leave a young black man stranded here, no
this can’t be true sh-t
how you say you make music?
if i don’t rap like migos
is they gon listen to it?
but i feel i gotta go, fasho
use emotions to float just to row the boat
feel dope but a n-gga slept on like you at ya granny’s house and ya cousins all on the floor
whoa
that’s dank
nose up in the air
they stank
two cups full of drink in my drank
middle finger to ya mind cause it’s f-ck what you think
n-gga
keep it 100 for you pump-fakers
used to be a dope boy
now i’m flow-slanging
used to only float dope
now i’m note-slanging
if ya flows ain’t dope n-gga
don’t bring it

- conrad jenkins

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