O’shea Illmac

[Intro: *Ice Cube sample* & Illmac]
“If you stay ready you ain’t got to get ready”
Alright, yah

[Verse 1: Illmac]
It’s fuck the world no apologizing
I take my problems and I monetize ‘em (moola)
They take they problems and they dramatize ‘em
Acting crazy for the Oscar, y’all are wilding
I’m more Oscar Wilde I’m a author writing thoughts I’m hiding that harbor violence like kamikaze pilots on Hawaiian islands
Toast to Bender tip a bottle sideways mobbing in that Caddy gang paddywagon ‘gang gang’ tatted on my skin, we about that action
It ain’t what you make, it’s how you spend it
Rappers’ heads on my chain, that’s my new pendant
I’m too vivid my coupe tinted like ‘who’s in it?’
Made your city mine as soon as I flew in it
My own wave I’m swimming like Mac Miller, who raps iller?
I wonder like Jack Thriller
God’s hand I’m Metatron, homie told me that I’m top six
Shit, got me tryna kill like you dead and gone

[Chorus: Illmac]
You can bring the bullshit, homie that’s a throwaway
You can have my old bitch, homie that’s a throwaway
I been on my own dick, tell these hoes go away
I been on my cold shit, I been on my O’Shea
Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé
Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays
If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age
Can’t hate the drive bitch, miss me with the road rage
Ooh, I been on my O’Shea