Correction Lyrics TIL IT’S OVER... by Illmac

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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Uh-uh, I’m saying I’m saying
Strychnine in ya’ gin and soda
It’s Ill and Only

They wanna hate let ‘em hate on you, place the blame on you
Facing consequences over decisions that I ain’t made for you
Get slept or drawn on, think we pulling pranks on you
Can’t trust blindly, only count on my ones like Ray Charles
This grade A they sound like snake oil, may cost you
Said they flipping packs, that’s a lil’ cap like Hey Arnold!
Crack era, Reaganomics
They wouldn’t break a promise
Feel like a A&R, I’m breaking artists
Bad Boy Pistons we ain’t, taking charges, call a flagrant on us
Onе call from the GOAT get you cut, you Isiah Thomas
Tell thе devil this the last dance, ‘97 Bulls
Blood colder than Minnesota plus I’m riding wit’ my wolves
Keep a level head
A game of survival, I was left for dead
I read between the lines and understood, what was never said
Ain’t no halfway in, I’m all in soon as you mention bread
Said you married to the game, y’all probably sleep in separate beds
The flow special ed, cut ya’ neck dispensing Pez
‘Fore I rest my head I end my prayers wishing death on feds
Scrub the prints
Sunken in the bucket, wit’ the custom tints
They think they want it ‘til they get it, and realize that wasn’t it
The last thing you do, won’t even cross it off the bucket list
Dewey Cox drummer, I’m saying you don’t want none of this
“No Dewey, you don’t want this, get outta here”
You, son of a b*t*h, bundle of sticks
I’m a son of a gun, get dumped in a ditch in the mud in the trenches shoveling sh*t
Blood on my kicks, skrrt, pull up, brrt, bull pup, muzzle the pit
Frank Dux punching through bricks
Grew up, hustling zips, couple chicks like the Doublemint Twins
You either got it or don’t, I’m not the one to convince
The come-up is real, f**k it get rich
Drive my point home like drugs in the whip
And get it across whether tunnel or bridge
Yeah the Bridge is Over, no more getting over
Industry, full of business owners tryna bend you over
And strong-arm like, Winter Soldier, sh*t’s cold, my city polar
I’m from the North, a, king in my hood like spitting cobras get a venom dosage
f**k tryna win ‘em over
They still sleeping then they in a coma
It’s Ill and Only

‘Til it’s over
I bring the acid rain and locusts, the plagues of Moses
I wet y’all up, like Raid to roaches, like I’m spraying hoses
I spray y’all, the AR, got a laser focus
I’m selling dope, I think the neighbors notice
Y’all situation hopeless, codename is POTUS
These, homemade explosives and I won’t change for no one
But they don’t seem to notice, this a smokescreen I blow it like a smoke ring
They probably think this whole thing is bogus
I’m bringing guns and roses, but I’m fresh out of roses
The hotel I check out, my cousin is, fresh out
And my trees is fresh out, and my plan is fleshed out
I’m signing checks now, you should check out my bonus
I want mo’ money than God
Don’t judge me, the mo’ money the problems grow I grow money in pots
This for my bro, and everybody my buddy shot
I come to ya’ block bloody whether it’s sunny or not
Bronx Tale and Godfather, Sonny got shot
Listen sonny, moral of the story is don’t f**k with the mob
I bump in the ride, you shuck and you jive, duck and you hide
Shutting yo’ eye, but you stuck in the driveway tryna chuck it in drive, you suddenly die
I Charles Manson ya’ family and Chucky ya’ bride, I f**k up the vibe
The monster, coming alive, Jekyll summoning Hyde
How I’m going crazy, Bathing Ape sh*t bananas
Give me a beat for Christmas, and I’ll slay it like Santa
The way that I rap, you would think that I’m made in Atlanta
An ATLien, receiving radio waves from antennas
The pen I use is like a guitar, played by Santana
One day, I’ll smoke cigars, made in Havana
Wit’ a chain wit’ a yellow stone like a place in Montana
I’m a shooter, wit’ a cannon, don’t put ya’ face in the camera
So nice with the hands you would think I was raised like I’m Hanna
I’m angry raging like Banner from radiation and gamma
And quarantine every day in pajamas, my face in bandanas
It’s Only and Ill, ‘til I lay in the casket
Or jump off the motherf**king face of the planet, yeah

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