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lost my mind - illmac lyrics

[hook: illmaculate]
i don’t know, why i’m always high
but just light the dro, cause i’ve lost my mind
i’m just lying low, i want them dollar signs
touch my microphone, it’s like columbine

[verse 1: illmaculate]
i don’t need crack slinging to hustle
i just do this rap thing and bag weed by the bundle
so if it gets ugly, then bet i’ll handle mine
oh, you trying to get money? better stand in line
so is everybody stuck in this game
better tuck in your chain, or i’m cutting your jugular vein
with the rustiest blade, and your blood’ll get drained
in the motherf-cking tub that i bathe
punks bite down, you’ll get jumped right now
and end up in a closet, hung up side down
hush my child you can’t touch my style
the blunts i puff turn my lungs light brown
so while you hopeless ‘n drowning in debt
i’m holding chips, showing chicks that their mouth can be stretched
i’m a chauvinist down for the s-x
i’ll bag 28 dimes but won’t show a b-tch an ounce of respect
you must be out your stupid -ss brain
i’m spewing that flame, my music’s crack through the rap game
something you know nothing about
get punched in the mouth and jumped in front of your house
f-ck it i’m out. (where?) puffing a blunt on your couch
pure fire, but i smoke scug once in a drought
you want drugs? no seeds in large buds
you mad my city has better weed than yours does, ain’t you!

[hook]

[verse 2: hommy hom]
i don’t have to use a handgun to make a hooligan run
i push pianos on n-ggas, like superman son
just sit there and wait until the [?] van come
like malcolm, i make a move, i’m moving my d-mn thumb
ain’t no [?]
they’re making rum, they’re blazing blunts and n-ggas making funds
the crips is cracking, bloods is popping
you ain’t got no other options for a thug conduction
see, roses are red and violets are blue
i’ll stomp a hole in your head the size of my shoe
you better roll with the feds and lie to your crew
my animals over the hedge and not at a zoo
smoking dro from the dreads and hollering true
be the next n-gga laying in the icu
i laugh at your silly -ss
you smoke a nick in a philly mad, i smoke a pound in a lily pad

[hook]

- illmac lyrics

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