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lame the producer – ill my nigga lyrics

we ill my n-gga, we ill my n-gga

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verse 1:
look, bout time for you to recognize
deno watches me in the sky
got a whole team on my back
going against us is suicide
tell your crew you need harley quinn
you’ll need more than prayer to win
bout to cake up with all my kin
tell’em that i’m bout to feed them with the pen
ain’t a hobby been 12 years, just perfecting my sound
hand me the crown, f-ck underground
i’m standing and knocking yo speakers so proud
tell the plug we’ll need more than a pound
blow that sh-t out, elevate your mind
this is me beginning, not close to my prime
know its the start of my time
i want the whole world to remember my lines
my uncle owned a team, now i feel the same
my crew dropping heat, stay out my lane
my sh-t is gas, strickland propane
here for the lettuce, that romaine
need my bills fresh, that deposit on time
get the math, don’t need a co-sign
y’all n-ggas tangent with the formula
should be a sin, but its a sign
that’s trigonometry for you glock n-ggas
bet its easier for you to pop triggers
you can catch me at the bottom chilling
on my way to the top, tryna make millions
have him the blunt, have the dude leaning
make the back bounce and the front feel it
they might bump this sh-t in new zealand
either way we got the whole world fiending

hook:
[2x]
we ill, we ill, we ill, we ill, we, we ill my n-gga
we ill, we ill, we ill, we ill, we, we ill my n-gga

[2x]
grinding hard to get that guac(guac)
we simply here to take your spot(spot)
climbing all the way to top(top)
young n-gga making your speakers knock(knock)

verse 2:
might bump this sh-t in your momma whip
tell her this young n-gga running sh-t
might bless her son with a scholarship
with this song might just pull up off the dealership
you be tricking hoes with rental whip
k!lling rappers with these sentences
like troy ave, you ain’t winning sh-t
like troy ave, you ain’t winning b-tch
from my n-ggas in the ville to flatbush
from my joint rollers to the backwoods
they just might say that we act hood
but as long you feel it, we all good
take a l to the face, roll up your pain
they tryna make you crazy, always stay sane
they wanna see you fall, here comes the crane
i wanna see you grown, i wanna see you gain
who wants to be known as detrimental
got too much sitting in my mental
only ill sh-t when i pick up a pencil
make a ill beat and eat it with no utensils
disgusting how the flow come to your ear
been tryna tell y’all what you need to hear
new style, watch the last disappear
doing music is my f-cking career
tryna become the new rich n-gga
bet you can’t name n0body realer
getting dope for the low like i’m the dealer
don’t play with the gunz, don’t f-ck with peter
most people in the hood watch the meter
but we all tryna duck the heaters
we got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed
we will succeed, f-ck with the team

hook:
[2x]
we ill, we ill, we ill, we ill, we, we ill my n-gga
we ill, we ill, we ill, we ill, we, we ill my n-gga

[2x]
grinding hard to get that guac(guac)
we simply here to take your spot(spot)
climbing all the way to top(top)
young n-gga making your speakers knock(knock)

- lame the producer lyrics

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