Forever Ill

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off

But I'm forever ill, that's by law

These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option

Ask about me boy, I get shit popping

(Yeah, yeah, pound syndrome)

My mind's telling me kill all these niggas

(Pound syndrome)

There is no limit to my madness

I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it

Bitch, fv is the voltron crew

Talkin' that shit, we gon' roll on you

The game ain't nuttin' but a mothafuckin'

Battlefield and we killers so don't run through

Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto

I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice

Nigga you cannot walk in my sewn-on shoes

You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you

(Nigga laugh out loud)

Got the crown, I can't pass mine down

Demons in me, can't cast mine out

You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows

Please excuse me when I'm at my pals

You might get trampled

The day'll never come up when I get handled

When the fire's lit then don't bite the candle

Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling

And you know this man, this territory is vulture land

Y'all say he ain't shit until he became rich and bitch niggas, I wrote this plan

Sure that it's obvious now

Any struggle, I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon)

Don't you ever try to copy my style

Little nigga, ain't no jockin' allowed

I pop out the blue like a crip with a rag

I got the juice, watch you listen to chance

I'm in the booth on a mission to smash

Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash

Hop is the truth that's why niggas is mad

I came to bruise with a pen and a pad

As of lately, I've been itching to smash

So here is my ass, you can kiss in advance

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off

But I'm forever ill, that's by law

These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option

Ask about me boy, I get shit popping

(Yeah, yeah, pound syndrome)

My mind's telling me kill all these niggas

(Pound syndrome)

There is no limit to my madness

Movin' on to the second segment

I spit shit like I got chest congestions

You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless

Time to myself was the best suggestion

Sex before bed and sex for breakfast

The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested

You ever tell me, a little less aggression

You'd better get ghost 'fore your head get pressed in (back up)

You rap niggas just a facade

You only do ten-percent of your job

Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your shit while they sit up and nod

Who the fuck you think you kiddin' bro?

You think you're fly because you gettin' dough?

If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you

You think we would feel it? No

That's just how it goes

Please do not get close, this is not a joke

Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes

Till your pockets swole, puto vámonos (ay wey!)

Shit I'm just talkin', don't mind me

I guess it's my comical mind state

The moment I came into the game

I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since myspace

I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya

Mind been missing like a flight from malaysia

That I can do when it lies in my nature

These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from

Yup, I done made a career

Most niggas think my situation is weird

But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing

I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off

But I'm forever ill, that's by law

These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option

Ask about me boy, I get shit popping

(Yeah, yeah, pound syndrome)

My mind's telling me kill all these niggas

(Pound syndrome)

There is no limit to my madness

I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it

Yeah, ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame

My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)

That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on

Ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame

My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)

That's right, that's right, bring it in hoppa

*Scratches* ask about me boy, I get shit popping

*Scratches* ask about me boy, I get shit popping

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off

But I'm forever ill, that's by law

These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option

Ask about me boy, I get shit popping

(Yeah, yeah, pound syndrome)

My mind's telling me kill all these niggas

(Pound syndrome)

There is no limit to my madness

I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it