Ill Life 3 - Preme

This is when magic comes out of mystery

Realistically, I’m supposed to be history

Locked and forgotten, buried and rotten

I see my friends turning into foes when they heard I was popping, yeah

They say try to be humble when you creating something

I say: «Easier said than done when you young and stunting»

I’m never bluffing, them poker faces amount to nothing

Break destiny, don’t forget a child like LeToya Luckett

Young nigga popped up around the time he got locked up

I’ve been on the low, just busy raising my stock up

Took into west detention when I’m free and venting

She charged him extra for taking so long to pay attention

Uh, wouldn’t be shit if it wasn’t for Pro

I truly owe you my life for engineering my flow

Uh, final lap and I’m gearing to go

Tell them: «Keep the candles lit, I’m preparing to blow»

I sign with Sony 2014

Time to finally put the music I had in my dope dreams

Brutally honest, no commas I couldn’t care

If Capito was here, he would tell you that real is rare

I think it’s safe to say it’s time to ball now

It’s getting hard to walk around the mall now

Yeah, I want it all now

And to the doubters, fuck them all now

I know they hating when they say they got me

Cause I’m in some new shit like its out to party

Probably, probably you not me

Two copy, that’s right you need Costco supplies and coffee

I’ve been dealing with jealousy more than admiration

Not surprised if suicide is what they contemplating

Cause to hate me you must hate yourself

Realest niggas rate me, baddest bitches down to rape me

A lineup of women dying to have my baby

Spin the globe, I’ma go where the money take me

I never interest myself in something that doesn’t pay me

These blogs only concerned who I’ve been fucking lately

Just had a daughter, baby momma buggin'

Well think about it, the rumors would bother any woman

Hard to predict the future, it’s getting cloudy

Guess things change and not just anybody

On a brighter note, my daughter is so special

Laying on my chest shining, she’s my gold medal

Wish she never change, but I know better

So bought a pistol like I dope peddle

Don’t ring my doorbell, that girl daddy will kill

Bad boys two nigga, Martin and Will

In Canada alone probably seeing a mil

So I exclude to my country, became part of my deal

Hard enough proving my city got hoods in it

Like them trees got wood in them

They used to diss a country, now they say we next

I know crack sellers that made a fortune off DMX

Ill life, because its hard to keep it bottled in

If you want me, come get me

Just look for the phone call with yellow cabs following

That’s the goons I don’t allow them to drive with the semis, yeah

Me and my mother we don’t speak much

It hurts

So devastated about devorcin' from my pops that she lost sight of what matters

in life

It’s sad to say but my mama needs church

How a counselor need counseling

Despite our past, you’ll never see a check bounce again

Now somebody bring my accountant in

Type of bread you would break a sweat when you counting it

I fought the few from the

Let’s not forget

I offered you and

Written in blood on my body

Tattooed on my heart

ATFO is the family, I did shit in my past

Just to prove that I’m bout it

See my son never shot one when I was loading that shottie

Got me?

Never prove yourself to niggas with nothing to lose

And don’t ever trust the nigga in multiple crews

If it’s anything but ill, you must have me confused

Ill life for the life, it’s time that I choose

Yeah