[Intro: Scru Face Jean]
Aww, man
Heheh...
Bow with me, sweetheart!
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods, look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, bitch)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Illy mode)
'Cause I'm in illy mode, really, though
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods, look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, bitch)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Illy mode)
'Cause I'm in illy mode, really, though
[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
Y'all better start laying down, stop playing around, with the coach, y'all do the most (I swear to God)
I was born right in shits creek, learned how to row, just to stay afloat, so
When they ask me if we all in the same boat, I'ma be like, "No"
Just to be dope I sacrificed the most like cutting the throat of the motherfucking goat, whoa
This shit is raw, swear I was born in the city of gods (Uh)
Tryna get Christ in my life, but the closest to Christian I got was just Christian Dior (Amen)
Critics are whores, I get up and raw, then buy me a watch that I couldn't before
Couldn't afford, now the bezel got Infinity Stones like Ebony Maw, damn
I'm snapping like Thanos, Rambo ain't runnin' out of ammo (Woah)
I'ma put a damn hole in a "Sambo" (Goddamn), get shot, then you're fucked like Bang Bros
Damn, bro, why you going so ham, though? Fuck that, I'll be smooth like Lando
'Cause I can pull strings too, banjo, and you can't see me dude, camo
In the jungle if your Rollie Rollie got a dab of ranch
Then goonies coming with that 9 Iron like they Bagger Vance
I don't really want nothing from you but a cash advance
And once I hit that illy mode, you fuckers never had a chance, aw, man
Aww, man
Heheh...
Bow with me, sweetheart!
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods, look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, bitch)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Illy mode)
'Cause I'm in illy mode, really, though
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods, look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, bitch)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Illy mode)
'Cause I'm in illy mode, really, though
[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
Y'all better start laying down, stop playing around, with the coach, y'all do the most (I swear to God)
I was born right in shits creek, learned how to row, just to stay afloat, so
When they ask me if we all in the same boat, I'ma be like, "No"
Just to be dope I sacrificed the most like cutting the throat of the motherfucking goat, whoa
This shit is raw, swear I was born in the city of gods (Uh)
Tryna get Christ in my life, but the closest to Christian I got was just Christian Dior (Amen)
Critics are whores, I get up and raw, then buy me a watch that I couldn't before
Couldn't afford, now the bezel got Infinity Stones like Ebony Maw, damn
I'm snapping like Thanos, Rambo ain't runnin' out of ammo (Woah)
I'ma put a damn hole in a "Sambo" (Goddamn), get shot, then you're fucked like Bang Bros
Damn, bro, why you going so ham, though? Fuck that, I'll be smooth like Lando
'Cause I can pull strings too, banjo, and you can't see me dude, camo
In the jungle if your Rollie Rollie got a dab of ranch
Then goonies coming with that 9 Iron like they Bagger Vance
I don't really want nothing from you but a cash advance
And once I hit that illy mode, you fuckers never had a chance, aw, man
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