Johnny Ps Caddy Freestyle (ILLAMIX)

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