STS - Illustrious lyrics

[Verse 1: STS] Tough as woodpecker lips Got a handle on the game like a rubber grip Driver license reads bad mother f**er, b**h Around the way I'm better known as The Illustrious Cooler than a cali night, underneath a philly sky California chronic got me feeling like I'm really hot They don't really know what I be rolling I could really [lie?] Got the game down to a science n***a Bill Nye [?] make me feel fly new [??] All a dream like JUICY now the sh** is in reach White icing on the caddy red velvet on the seat You may refer to me as sugar n***a sh** ain't sweet South side in my speech more specific to; 'peach' From the seeds i have sewn I continue to reach The bitter visit of struggle admit it taught me to hustle Had to fit in where I fit in like a piece of the puzzle n***as in trouble [Verse STS] Gladiator like Russle, [aviator rent a duffle?] Brown leather [white teeter?] jet setter in me Trend setter the beat So competitively Show k**, dressed to k** like commander and chief [Peep?] I live on my feet, never die on my knees So when the reaper come and get me, bury me in my 3's I be as busy as bees My b**h is bigger than D's And they don't speak much sounding like the volwe ??? on my E's? [??? sh**]Flaunt sh**, everybody want sh**, where the f** were n***as when I was grinding the gauntlet Only my a**ociates [???] and Montlick Tippy in the studio with the booth haunted Want this, dead or alive Credit my guys' all respect due Red in my eye part of the high sh** I want to kick it with [nice?] [?] p?] replies I just want you to listen to this [and better?] And ride [Verse STS] Chasing hives like a cracker from the valley chasing tives Ain't no feeling like that feeling when you take them by surprise I arrived [just a ???] I fell from the friendly skies Taking shots at the [?] my n***as like friendly fire Sick desire [for playing with???] [heavy fire vinyl???] Shout outs go to my [?] and my suppliers I admire the figures and the time it took to make this Don Peiron and the weight in the b**hes faces [Aces?] Shots of Patron like I'm in my zone Like I'm at home Atlanta [?] and Jessie Tanner; Bad Santa Three hoes with my pardon my manners [They love them???] ladies hanging on to me like a bandana They told what is good for the goose is good for the gander Well b**hes in my [celly???] [?] [planner?] Wave to me, hey to me baby like a banner [Try?] [???] fashion cameras