Johnny Ps Caddy Freestyle (ILLAMIX) Lyrics

Yeah, uh, if it ain't ill, it ain't right, shout out to Uncle Al

Uh, uh, this ain't a record for the clubs, but a record for the thugs

And baby mamas who needed niggas to bomb Scruggs

For that job that she's startin' on Monday, she got a hug

For my best friend and they made amends, lit up some blood

The streets is all I know, that's pretty much how it goes

In the winter, runny nose, we hustle, fight in the cold

For that food on the table, and clothes that made us whole

For the city where they died, niggas most likely foes

It's a damn shame, I mean some shit really changed

Gettin' stabbed in your back by your bitch, a different pain

Niggas think I'm strange, cause I'm readin' books for the brain

I knew about COVID before they gave it a name

That's another issue, I hold close on how they really miss you

Things fall apart when you tell the truth, and they really diss you

All on the gram, like damn, mommy, that's still an issue

I understand, I'm not a fan, let me plan a little

I went to prison for a pistol and a B and E

32 tape on the handles, channels of B and E

Me and Bri, blowin' up somethin' that got us feelin' free

I feel the need to just feel the need, to break these chains and flee

Speak to the masses that's wearin' glasses, see the fleas

Cool as debris, see me fly on the streets

See my shirts matchin' my sneaks, see my haters, I beep

L.O.V.I., we on a ride, y'all niggas keep playin' sleep, we up

Griselda, Griselda

Life Fashioned Love, Life Fashioned Love, Life Fashioned Love

All that I just missed you

Can't make you be cool

All that I just missed you