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Skizzy Mars

Too Ill

 

Too Ill

(album: Pace - 2014)


She used to pass me in the hallway, I was Miles back then
Now I bag 10's, blonde hair, blue eyes, with a swedish accent
Passenger seat a bad bitch
You'd think the whip was muslim cuz it goes fast and
You know I do it for the youth now
You know I'm spazzing in the booth now
When it's coming out, my new shit a wisdom tooth now
I used to hit you on the BBM
You wasn't really tryna see me then
Skizzy season approaching
Fuck whatever y'all been playin
Fuck what, Fuck whatever blogs been saying'
I'm the illest nigga on this fucking continent

[Hook:]
You don't know my name yet, but one day you will
They say this game's so fake yeah, but maybe I'm too real
You know what they do for fame girl, you know these boys would kill
Say "what if you don't make it," Maybe I'm too, Maybe I'm too ill

Maybe I'm too ill [4x]

Kisses on the cheek now, yelling Skizzy when we meet now
Hoping we don't peak now
Praying we don't come down, praying we don't
Uh, she said "she what about a plan B. You could never have a family."
I told her trust in what you know, and you know I'm winning Grammys
Anytime I hear maybe, I try harder
If you're not going hard homie, why bother?
On the come up at a fast pace
Laugh at niggas in last place
One time for girls who don't wait in lines
Two times for the kids who just take their time
At the crib chasing shots of Patron with lime
I saw you then, I had to make you mine

[Hook]

And this year fuck everybody who doubted me
Burning kush like calories, and look what we turned out to be
We're the kids that our parents told us to avoid
I raise my voice, I'm making noise, I swear they all gone know the boy
I'm too ill

[Hook]

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