Impossible

Yeah (brrt, brrt) Uh (brrt) Look I emerged from the gutter Niggas tryna ride my wave, we can't surf with each other I ain't threatened by a nigga or the words that he utter This Drac' will make a nigga heart murmur and flutter (brrt) Look, tell Richard I'm for real richer (huh?) When you gon' get the real picture? I'm a ill nigga (I'm that nigga) Got the bread, I could have a nigga deal with ya (fact) Trust me, he will get ya, uh (real quick and clean, nigga) Nigga tried runnin' down but he ran into a brick wall (uh-huh) In other words, he got picked off (boom, boom) Just think of a nigga that's 6'4" (what you tryna say?) I mean, I stack my money this tall (okay) Still performin' at a high level, Chris Paul (woo) Wheelin' this foreign, Glock on me, I'm the big dog (vroom) Jumpin' out the McLaren, lift doors Lanvin kicks, Machine, bitch Gone, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?) But, when your back against the wall It wasn't even optional (it wasn't optional) It wasn't probable We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (huh?) This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (you know that) They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?) But, when your back against the wall It wasn't even optional (it wasn't optional) It wasn't probable We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (huh?) This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (you know that) (Ayo, ayo, ayo) ayo This lifestyle addictive (uh-huh) Gettin' digits, hoppin' in and out of cuddies Civic was the normal shit Made a move to transform the formula (uh-huh) You niggas all food, smoke is all I got to offer ya (bah, bah) No palm readers or cards involved, but my fortune up Get crucified crossin' us, of course, we chalk you up Took a crash course in gettin' all force sorts of stuff Was poor on 204, now I'm paid from tours and such This line of work you can't afford to trust (nah) I used to be shackled up, goin' to court on a bus Now I bend corners in a foreign, f*ck the officers (f*ck y'all niggas) When I'm in the booth, call the coroner I'm raw like cartel coke, you crabs get corny and cornier (niggas washed) Streets settin' shit on fire, I'm still warmin' up Slidin' off with a ghetto maiya that I call to f*ck I been married to the game, I never wore a tux Had a hoodie and a mask, half grams for forty bucks At the service, keep a firearm 'cause it serve a purpose (bah, bah) Anything I'm on I fuckin' murder, nigga F*ck outta here They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?) But, when your back against the wall It wasn't even optional (it wasn't optional) It wasn't probable We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (huh?) This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (you know that) They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?) But, when your back against the wall It wasn't even optional (it wasn't optional) It wasn't probable We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (huh?) This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (you know that)