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letra de illustrious - tzb

[produced by kingxmags]

[verse]
i pray to god that i never get sued
when they see you bailing out, they wanna come to get you
i just went from k!lling n-ggas to alien figures
how they digest it, all this sh-t is just making ‘em sicker
i wanted subscriptions, they just wanted prescriptions
a dark n-gga, but i never did dwell with the wicked
they see i k!lled it, so they puttin’ me down on their hit list
all of ‘em vicious, i just wan’ count up the digits
might go to nepal, pull out that bread on they titties
all of it raw, but you still get it from n-ggas
what do i say, n-gga, everything that i been thinking
what do i play, russ’ roulette, but still there ain’t no misses
they dropped sh-t, and it really was a mess, n-gga
every verse stretched ‘cause a n-gga so stressed, n-gga
a lot of women gave me head for my education
i’ll k!ll that sh-t if the b-tch really dedicated
her delicates get sprayed with the toughest stains
every time i bust a nut, she better bust a egg
full moon illuminated while a n-gga praying
thought he could be a star, but he really can’t
nah, he really can’t
i been a king, same thing like that n-gga, bankz
strip clubs where the b-tches always h-lla clean
she only made sour cream if her p-ssy stank
don’t need a car, boy, i got the four horses
all the haters blocked ‘cause i walked in a force field
now i’m chimpin’ out, monkey pox got y’all nauseous
it ain’t nothing to me ‘cause i been got my scars, b-tch
told y’all satan’s god, y’all unfollowed me, unfortunate
just my observation, look around, we all worship it
book of revelation, but y’all blind, never noticing
so apocalyptic, this the new world ordinance
[interlude: crazy preacher & tzb]
you the devil?
you the devil?
you a satanist, huh?
you- ayy, ayy, then- then you wrote a book too then, right?
you got a book with blood on it, huh?
you satan, huh?
who created yo ass, satan?
who created yo ass?
uh, pay attention, my n-gga
you gon’ think i’m gifted or clairvoyant when you hear this next verse
hold up, yeah, uh

[verse 2]
what else is there to say, n-gga?
a moment of silence for all you lame n-ggas
y’all tried to block me off, i made a way, n-gga
listen to me as i talk to the grave n-gga
crept up the steps, saw god’s attic, whoa
walked back down and penned somethin’ magical
me and cutty mobb deep, we got these n-ggas shook
comic relief, same page, but a different book
online, every catfish had a hook
my archive’s really all you n-ggas manuals
really in the workshop like emanuel
i’m mario with the hoes, uh, “here we go”
the real tragedy is all the time a n-gga wasted
it was misdirection, not miscommunication
it was a b-tch so jealous, he sacrificed your safety
and you were stupid and careless enough to try and bait me
now i see how your mistakes really drove you crazy
posts ‘bout blowing your brains, not feeling satiation
no one was streaming your music, you swore that you’d be famous
you thought that you would make a million if you didn’t make it
d-mn, you walked around like you was god’s favorite
but you were bottom of the food chain
now you underground, way below pavement
so beneath me, you can’t p-ss on me p-ssy

- tzb

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