Illustrious

[Produced by KINGXMAGS]

[Verse]
I pray to God that I never get sued
When they see you bailing out, they wanna come to get you
I just went from killing niggas to alien figures
How they digest it, all this shit is just making ‘em sicker
I wanted subscriptions, they just wanted prescriptions
A dark nigga, but I never did dwell with the wicked
They see I killed it, so they puttin’ me down on their hit list
All of ‘em vicious, I just wan’ count up the digits
Might go to Nepal, pull out that bread on they titties
All of it raw, but you still get it from niggas
What do I say, nigga, everything that I been thinking
What do I play, Russ’ Roulette, but still there ain’t no misses
They dropped shit, and it really was a mess, nigga
Every verse stretched ‘cause a nigga so stressed, nigga
A lot of women gave me head for my education
I’ll kill that shit if the bitch really dedicated
Her delicates get sprayed with the toughest stains
Every time I bust a nut, she better bust a egg
Full moon illuminated while a nigga praying
Thought he could be a star, but he really can’t
Nah, he really can’t
I been a king, same thing like that nigga, Bankz
Strip clubs where the bitches always hella clean
She only made sour cream if her pussy stank
Don’t need a car, boy, I got the four horses
All the haters blocked ‘cause I walked through a force field
Now I’m chimpin’ out, Monkey Pox got y’all nauseous
It ain’t nothing to me ‘cause I been got my scars, bitch
Told y’all Satan’s God, y’all unfollowed me, unfortunate
Just my observation, look around, we all worship it
Book of Revelation, but y’all blind, never noticing
So apocalyptic, this the New World Ordinance

[Interlude: Crazy Preacher & TZB]
You the devil?
You the devil?
You a Satanist, huh?
You- ayy, ayy, then- then you wrote a book too then, right?
You got a book with blood on it, huh?
You Satan, huh?
Who created yo ass, Satan?
Who created yo ass?
Uh, pay attention, my nigga
You gon’ think I’m gifted or clairvoyant when you hear this next verse
Hold up, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
What else is there to say, nigga?
A moment of silence for all you lame niggas
Y’all tried to block me off, I made a way, nigga
Listen to me as I talk to the grave nigga
Crept up the steps, saw God’s attic, whoa
Walked back down and penned somethin’ magical
Me and Cutty Mobb Deep, we got these niggas shook
Comic relief, same page, but a different book
Online, every catfish had a hook
My archive’s really all you niggas manuals
Really in the workshop like Emanuel
I’m Mario with the hoes, uh, “Here we go”
The real tragedy is all the time a nigga wasted
It was misdirection, not miscommunication
It was a bitch so jealous, he sacrificed your safety
And you were stupid and careless enough to try and bait me
Now I see how your mistakes really drove you crazy
Posts ‘bout blowing your brains, not feeling satiation
No one was streaming your music, you swore that you’d be famous
You thought that you would make a million if you didn’t make it
Damn, you walked around like you was God’s favorite
But you were bottom of the food chain
Now you underground, way below pavement
So beneath me, you can’t piss on me pussy