LAME The Producer - ILL mY niGGA lyrics

We ill my n***a, We ill my n***a LAME 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** Underground I'm standing and Knocking yo speakers so proud Tell the plug we'll need more than a pound Blow that sh** 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** 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***as tangent with the formula Should be a sin, but its a sign That's trigonometry for you Glock n***as 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** 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***a We ill, We ill, We ill, we ill, We, We ill my n***a [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***a making your speakers knock(Knock) Verse 2: Might bump this sh** in your momma whip Tell her this young n***a running sh** 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**ing rappers with these sentences Like troy ave, you ain't winning sh** Like troy ave, you ain't winning b**h From my n***as 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** 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**ing career Tryna become the new rich n***a Bet you can't name nobody realer Getting dope for the low like I'm the dealer Don't play with the gunz, don't f** 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** with the team Hook: [2x] We ill, We ill, We ill, We ill, We, We ill my n***a We ill, We ill, We ill, we ill, We, We ill my n***a [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***a making your speakers knock(Knock)