Chorus:
And this goes out to all my people (one love to my honeys and thugs)
It ain't the same when you're not around (Ill City is the place to be)
Side walk bars and strip clubs used to be the spot (it's a trip when you remember them days)
Feeling so good life in my hood (holler at your homies when I get home)
Verse 1:
Everybody fina welcome to Ill City my land that got
Me strong, I'm a living survivor hustling on my
Streets with pocket change never get me wrong. Still breathing
This my season, reasons how many more days must be freezing
I'll be the last of them mohicans, making millions
Oh wait a minute, better wake up after slapping
Your face with cold ice, talking to your self and shouldve listen to mama's advice
Elevating with the flying marks ama cut
Them all cause I'm bad to the bone, two for the
Beat and kick them tweets cause I gotta lot of
Bass, and speakers that boom, (boom)
I'm rolling deep with Ripgutt and G-pone deflect to
Vega follow my lead boy ama take you to a lactic
Hella my peeps got a bunch a stacker, get drunk
Get toed so toed that we passed out yo
All the way to the backdoor hurling even bouncers
Don't recognize us no more
Repeat chorus
Verse 2:
I love my family dearly and I really wonder how yall
Doing baby, this wont be the last words I swear
Theirs more to come, and if you think I'm still the same old jobless
What you call it right? I'm on a mission for some dividends
Cause I'm working hard to be a better man
Can tackle any problem as long as I find the answers
Cause you're the ones who keeps me going heavy
Burden aint occurred to me, spread the words on the streets
News flash I'm dropping bombs on the down low
Let me take you to another level with a simple plan for iloilo
And I, just miss ya'll, especially to my Syndicate Posse
Popping them things up, wish I could roll just hit me up
Fool, and I wont forget about them precious times
For them veterans for my street thugs and them families had me going
Repeat chorus
Verse 3:
3 years in the making and 3 years I'm independent
Mama stopped sending checks, cause she found out I got Ajob and a quiet apartment
To my daddy who bust hisA ss to give me all his support
Even when I was in thin ice, Stood by my side and bailed me out of court
And I know when I'm bout to do something (something)
Help me God I think I'm lacking (lacking)
Finna bust with a cuss, and the lust so we just having guts then I started rapping
Dream became games and games
Wishing to be famous, but these days it's all about
That money coz the fame dawg can get vicious hey
Show love when I get home (get home)
Show love
When I get home (get home)
For ya'll it's time to shine, believe this I'm bout to get mine (2x)
Repeat chorus (2x)
