Straight Illin’ ILL BILL (Ft. Skam2? & Steven King)

[Verse 1: Steven King]
Uh, I'm a real nigga
Catch me on the streets before you catch me on Twitter
Take a look, cops got books with faces, I call it the real Facebook
Gotta grab my gun, that coochie rapping got a brother on the run
I’ll be a slumped-on millionaire before a bum
Take a sit, man, I'm hot like Jamaican Rum
I make you run like Forrest Gump
And our 'pliers will bring more than goons
Shots fired, one bullet hit the autotunes
Start the violence, a king like Leonidas
Set it off like Theo, people die over egos, uh
[?] like "Fuck y’all niggas"
[?]
Back up, or feel the wrath of a Mack Truck
No 4-leaf clovers, this straight bad luck
Down the road
I cock back then squeeze, down you go
I'm a G, you think I'm talking 'bout a thousand, yo
Knock your ass out like Codeine and Tylenol
King's wiling, y'all

[Hook: SKAM2?]
This shit is off the hook, believe that shit
Stare if you want, we don't see that shit
Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp
So even if you run, you will get hit
’Cause Bill is illin’, King is illin'
What more can I say? We street villains
SKAM is illin’, we straight illin'
What more can I say? Aye!