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illegal - g-holy lyrics

[verse 1: g*holy]
i remember days i was floatin’ in the regal
snub in the glove, gotta watch out for them people
n*ggas sneak hatin’, hand shakin’ when they see you
shout out lil’ loaf, if you try me, i’m gon’ leave you
they gassed you up to k!ll ’em man them n*ggas ain’t ya people’s
no bail money, lawyer money, screamin’ free you
holy. holy. n*ggas jumpin’ ship, they ain’t believе you
but when the album drop, you know i’m sellin’ likе the beatles
i’m movin this pot, jeezy was right, trappin’ ain’t dead
he movin’ a lot, he just got shot, put 1 in his head
you wanted that cheese, runnin’ the streets, them n*ggas ain’t fed
they wanted that beef, know how that go, it come wit the bread
ooh, they d*ckeat chicago, talkin bout thots, talkin’ bout opps
my n*gga this philly, shout out my jawns, shout out my ahks
go play wit’ ya kids, don’t say my name, ‘less it’s to cop
gentrification, shoot from the corner, move the whole block
aye, i’m ’bout to spend a check on the flex (on the flex)
aye, i’m ’bout to go in debt for the net (for the likes)
‘n my baby momma neva gettin’ paid (no way)
‘n my momma livin’ in the projects (luh you momma)
[bridge: g*holy]
cop it, drop it, whip it, chop it, bag it
that formula ‘a turn a mom into a addict
that formula ‘a turn ya crush into a marriage
that formula ‘a turn ya man into a status

[hook: g*holy]
the way the god do it man, this sh*t should be illegal
holy. holy. holy. watch me put on for my people
i ain’t slippin’, i’m jus grippin’ cuz, i’m walkin’ wit’ that eagle
real philly back man, shout to beanie sigel
the way the god do it man, this sh*t should be illegal
holy. holy. holy. watch me put on for my people
i ain’t slippin’, i’m jus grippin’ cuz, i’m walkin’ wit’ that eagle
real philly back man, shout to beanie sigel

[verse 2: g*holy]
holy focused on the focus
i don’t need luck homie, hope is for the hopeless
same blueprint as oprah’s
that’s the owners, generation turned stoners, they ain’t copers
back to ownin’, we ain’t settl*ing for coaches
shared my lucky charms wit’ roaches, f*ck the dom ‘n mo sh*t
i deserve don ‘n some mo’ sh*t, believe it, the plan in motion
never business wit’ emotion, never get in where you fit in
never fit in when you get in, f*ck a corporate, they the culprit
stole the culture right from under us, we let ’em have it
go shoot execs if you really savage, yeah
i got the jewels brodie, you can have ’em, here
i pass the game, so i’m never passin’, magic
[bridge: g*holy]
cop it, drop it, whip it, chop it, bag it
that formula ‘a turn a mom into a addict
that formula ‘a turn ya crush into a marriage
that formula ‘a turn ya man into a status
for real

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