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j.r. writer - on tilt lyrics

[chorus]
my flow for the k!llers, known as the illest, roll with gorillas
n-ggas tryin’a bring bars back with whole lot of fillers
whole lot of fillers
toast and a k!lla, you know how many n-ggas i k!lled?
how many n-ggas i peeled, for the sh-t that i’ve built
‘bout to have the city on tilt, city on tilt

[verse 1 – j.r. writer]
welcome to the bar show
tell me where the bars go
sellin’ n-ggas garbo
tellin’ them it’s narcos
i’m back on every line
back to back, hard to tell it ain’t no bar code
find me on the east side
mami in the g ride
‘bout to knock her out the knee highs
it ain’t hard to see why
i’m a general where i reside
n-gga, i be going eela
plottin’ in the he rides
higher than a bee hive
tough for you to see god
got a couple of street ties
n-ggas tryin’a book me
they gonna get the peace prize
really going bye bye
get them on the drive by
look him in his eyes and i hit him from the blind side
should be gettin’ sci fi
i’ma do ‘em dirty, hit ‘em with the tie-dye
you mad, it’s sad, i f-ck you up bad
i’ll tell your dad and your mother you trash
you and your [?] must be a glad
runnin’ of gas, i’m sonnin’ your cl-ss
i can care less if your son in the cl-ss
i’ll have you stressed for a month and a half
i ain’t impressed with your mumblin’ -ss

[verse 2 – fred money]
you know how many n-ggas i k!lled and n-ggas i helped?
all these n-ggas my sons, i’m yellin’ give me my belt
n-ggas feelin’ themselves, so i’m giving out [?]
i’m the one in the trenches, gun by the benches
another one by the fences, come to your senses
‘fore i run in your [?] and put a gun to a [?]
you’re f-cking with the k!ller not a poet n-gga
jacks to a villa did you know this n-gga?
flowerbomb blunts in the lotus n-gga
word to l.e.p. you are bogus n-gga
let them act loco i’ma throw slugs
that’ll break something [?] bone thugs
‘till the cross roads i’m bye bye
on and off hoes like wi fi
since birth i’ve been fly guy
airborne like sky dive
air zone and that v long
hands on like a high five
flow like a dilla, blow like a k!lla
cold with the pen so i roll with chinchilla
ain’t nothin’ reggie but i’m holdin’ a miller
[?] let me n-gga

[chorus]
my flow for the k!llers, known as the illest, roll with gorillas
n-ggas tryin’a bring bars back with whole lot of fillers
whole lot of fillers
toast and ‘chilla, you know how many n-ggas i k!lled?
how many n-ggas i peeled, for the sh-t that i’ve built
‘bout to have the city on tilt, city on tilt

- j r writer lyrics

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