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o'shea - illmac lyrics

[intro: *ice cube sample* & illmac]
“if you stay ready you ain’t got to get ready”
alright, yah

[verse 1: illmac]
it’s f*ck the world no apologizing
i take my problems and i monetize ‘em (moola)
they take they problems and they dramatize ‘em
acting crazy for the oscar, y’all are wilding
i’m more oscar wilde i’m a author writing thoughts i’m hiding that harbor violence like kamikaze pilots on hawaiian islands
toast to bender tip a bottle sideways mobbing in that caddy gang paddywagon ‘gang gang’ tatted on my skin, we about that action
it ain’t what you make, it’s how you spend it
rappers’ heads on my chain, that’s my new pendant
i’m too vivid my coupe tinted like ‘who’s in it?’
made your city mine as soon as i flew in it
my own wave i’m swimming like mac miller, who raps iller?
i wonder like jack thriller
god’s hand i’m metatron, homie told me that i’m top six
sh*t, got me tryna k!ll like you dead and gone

[chorus: illmac]
you can bring the bullsh*t, homie that’s a throwaway
you can have my old b*tch, homie that’s a throwaway
i been on my own d*ck, tell these hoes go away
i been on my cold sh*t, i been on my o’shea
ice cubes and oj, spike juice with rosé
counting british bands, my moves are cold plays
if i waited for ‘em then, i would die of old age
can’t hate the drive b*tch, miss me with the road rage
ooh, i been on my o’shea
[verse 2: illmac]
i’m a flight risk f*ck it i did it
mile*high club, f*ck and make up for the time difference
if you focus on bread then you a’ight wit’ us
‘til then play ya’ position, they feel like side b*tches (woah)
only riding for ‘em if they ride with us (kult)
pass on ‘em like twerk vids from white b*tches
that ain’t my bidness
sipping henny chasing pure white with the priv’ ooh, call it ‘white privilege’
for some hating is like breathing air (breathing air)
giving their opinions ‘cause it’s free to share (hater)
speak on my potential never reaching theirs (reaching theirs)
yeah i tell ‘em when you find it then i’ll meet you there (later)
thoroughbred yeah my breed is rare
dressed in all black the reaper come and i’ll be prepared
what they mad at?
i really rap rap
what you think was in this backpack, blat blat

[chorus: illmac]
you can bring the bullsh*t, homie that’s a throwaway
you can have my old b*tch, homie that’s a throwaway
i been on my own d*ck, tell these hoes go away
i been on my cold sh*t, i been on my o’shea
ice cubes and oj, spike juice with rosé
counting british bands, my moves are cold plays
if i waited for ‘em then, i would die of old age
can’t hate the drive b*tch, miss me with the road rage
ooh, i been on my o’shea
[verse 3: illmac]
i know, i know, i know, i’m on my own vibe
i been on theirs but i’m, out of my own mind
got my head flipping like voltron, hold up woah now
all i know’s minding my bidness, i’m a gold mine
the, goat no cosign no lie oh my i know
they so jealous but won’t better they own grind
no one close i’m in a class of my own, shows why
i consider ya’ top five my alone time
don’t let ya’ cause of death be ya’ own pride
take my name in vain and my, blood is the cold kind
dope lines coke high nose wide open i
pull out a four*five and that sh*t look like a blow*dry
i shoot it both*handed
blam at ya’ soul vanishing
don’t stop ‘til the whole planet is kult*branded
the, flow go from cold k!ller to hopeless romantic
hoe magnet, it cover the whole gamut, ill

- illmac lyrics

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