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ill leet - unheeded lyrics

[intro]
ill leet, ah
kfodt, haa

[chorus]
look at me now, i’m somethin’
i was down, i ain’t have nothin’
t#town, grew up on the rough end
focused on tryna get the bucs in
all i really focused on was hustlin’
ain’t no one that i could really trust in
all these ho’s talk about is l#stin’
i just need a lady i can bust in
get it lit at the function
off the sh#t, i can’t even function
b#tch i’m ill leet cause i run sh#t
shoulda never let me out the dungeon
shoulda never told me i was nothin’
now i gotta pull up on em stuntin’
now i gotta show em how i’m comin’
man you shoulda known this sh#t was comin’

[verse]
run up on me, that’s ya worst day
shoulda never came here in the first place
they gon’ put this date by ya birthday
this the night you shoulda stayed at her place, yeah
talk about it, but it ain’t a contest
all this sh#t is weighing on my conscious
got a n#gga moving really cautious
i don’t even have no time to process
feds tryna put me through the process
i’ma have to take off like i’m offset
i ain’t givin’ up, i ain’t lost yet
all a n#gga wanna see is progress
clown ass n#ggas, they be funny
all i really wanted was the money
all i really wanted was the hundreds
marathon sh#t, i had to run it
champion baby, call me rocky
ain’t no point in tryna come and stop me
ain’t no point in n#ggas tryna copy
better think twice ‘fore you cross me
all these n#ggas actin’ like they know me
i been tryna keep it on the low#key
do this for the fam and the homies
ain’t n0body do this sh#t before me
lone world, ain’t n0body doin’ this sh#t for me
hood n#gga, i was eatin’ cheese and bologna
other days, fried chicken, beans, macaroni
you ain’t really ’bout it n#gga, please, you a phony
if you wanna take me for a fool, you can try
handy manny, b#tch i keep a tool by my side
if a n#gga try to pull the wool on my eyes
you just adding more fuel to the fye
drumline, get shot down in the street
f#ck around make a n#gga bounce to the beat
bernie mac, bust ya head down to the meat
n#ggas gettin’ put up in the ground over beef
sippin’ on dom perignon
to infinity and beyond
smoke his ass like a d#mn blunt, then i’m gone
tellin’ you, this ain’t what you want, carry on
yeah, b#tch we on

- ill leet lyrics

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