Wale - I'm Ill (Freestyle) lyrics

'Face said "The World is Mine" but he lied Been trying to put it down long after I was signed I done seen a n***a rise, watch you n***as dick ride I done seen a n***a drop find God and skip town Huh, and I don't rock a fake smile The game's got cancer, I radiate the crowd It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill These is words you can feel if you prefer what is real This ill right here, I represent the future I don't get a**ists, I'm a stand-alone tumor Malignant, belligerent, believe me I'm living this Them n***as all peaked, but you ain't seen a n***as limit yet Lean to my friendship, do as I do That's all a n***a needs, I get through without food Can do without you n***as, you n***as fool n***as trying to be cool Dr. Seuss n***as, Mother Goose n***as Little goons with a crew full of little n***as I'm in the jungle, no Mogli and Baloo, n***a Only a bafoon would ever think I ain't the move My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon I'm feelin on that 'rillo till I'm level with the Moon See it's effortless, these n***as can't step up in my shoes Why brag about the hood if we forever on the move? A photographic memory, I'm never gonna lose A notarized entity, both personalities I'm bi-polar, women know a n***a ain't an enemy You n***as is anything, my b**hes get everything Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring f** these n***as telling me? I f** em and I tell em "Leave" I be with them Jazzy hoes, Andrei Kirilenk... k** a beat, skin the beat; wear it till the PETA people coming up to me like I'm Kelis up in a f**ing mink See I'm fronting, get your food, keep on running Get your broad, keep her cumming She forget about her husband Damn skippy, a n***a getting b**hes You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches Huh, get with us My team getting digits You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women I'm digging out divas Ibiza to Virginia The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window Cops lock me up, I get the bail from my kinfolk Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready I be Seth Petruzelli, and you all looking Kimbo Hotel lobby be mobbed with the nymphos I'm rolling a cigar, Bob Marley would endorse My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through Swear I'm trying to get through To mash those difficult I don't rap flipping coke, I just try to give em hope Here it go, here it go The outcast of Interscope And I've been underrated I'm just saying, I ain't b**hing though I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though So my Saturday Night's Live, n***a Joe Piscopo I love women, Air Max's and Liquor stores And I'mma smash all three before it hits four D.C up in the house, what it sittin' for? sh** ain't been the same since I took a stake in the Board I can change the whole game if a n***a bored I can turn a studio into a f**ing morgue f** fame, I love my fans just a little more So these bars not mine, n***a it's yours Like Wu-Tang, look how I do the thing 1-900-Wale, n***a keep the change Uhh, and I'm ill