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letra de ill world - finesse

[hook]
dope on the corner, far from where they were servin’ ya
service went global, so how did they corner ya?
market all saturated, all go for broke
now we living reality, no longer up from c0ke
triple beam dreams it seems we all feed
money from drugs, basketball, or music
we used to have ambition, how did we lose it?

[verse]
you get no pardon, you are a part of the problem
i didn’t need to sell dope, to all of my foes
to lay em out, we just fade em out
they talk nonsense, so my worship is to the sponsors
that can make me a monster, not a mobster
them dudes caught up, locked up
trapped back in chains, like slaves
that cradle the grave, n-ggas stuck in the streets
it’s social defeat, our sets had no power
so we was stuck in the streets, in sets of gds
bloods, crips, our reps were based on money, power, respect
so with that rep, we walk down the street with berets
berettas, and bandannas
of course the whites still ban us!

[hook repeat]

[verse 2]
i see zombies smoking green, nothing keen in this life
except the feens that use streets as their wife
satisfy their every need, heroine of the night
lady luck on their side, no o.d. tonight
piece of the american pie, to get high and ride
the freaks come out at night with no rules to abide by
where is jesus in this crime-stricken limelight?
put a spot on my clean record, i’m no longer as bright
for all the nonsense i’ve witnessed, repentance obsolete
my fate never complete, eternal pleas of “please, why!?”
give me a green light of acceleration
to my desired placement, i don’t deserve this here
and neither do they, my brothers and sisters
convey the message of an explicit tidal wave of senseless
i want to pick their brains, and grip their iq
“why you got to be apart of what everyone else apart of?”
i guess it’s where the gov directed us to, mind control
of worldstar, fights of blacks, girls with no tact
“ill world, how can we go back?!”

[hook repeat]

[verse 3]
my dawgs know i’m down for mine
phony homies ain’t try me yet, bet they know my mystique
lay all problems to rest in ease, rest in peace derrick
you superman, wasn’t part of the crime life, but shoot..
feel like i died twice when i heard you p-ssed
to all my hustlers & wannabe thugs, rep your squad
if you about that, just know and show love
improve your craft, be a juggernaut
we all need blood, fam is the most important quality
you k!lling your own, african diaspora we disown
where is home?
we left to partake as slaves and serpents
servants we are surrounding the throne
no one can be king
in africa, they throwing the ring
every year another casuality of royalty
my people never heard of me
outcast to society by being me
livid to the spirituality
you a son unique
and jesus christ!
who says you can’t be nice in a world of crime
drugs, and people thinking being rude is fine
i got a problem with ya’ll
i got a problem with you being common
getting money with a poisonous diamond
corrupting a mind that was so precious of mine
in time, i hope you reach ambition
you one of a kind

- finesse

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