Forever Ill

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get shit popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me kill all these niggas (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it Bitch, FV is the Voltron crew Talkin' that shit, we gon' roll on you The game ain't nuttin' but a mothafuckin' Battlefield and we killers so don't run through Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice Nigga you cannot walk in my sewn-on shoes You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you (Nigga laugh out loud) Got the crown, I can't pass mine down Demons in me, can't cast mine out You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows Please excuse me when I'm at my pals You might get trampled The day'll never come up when I get handled When the fire's lit then don't bite the candle Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling And you know this man, this territory is vulture land Y'all say he ain't shit until he became rich and bitch niggas, I wrote this plan Sure that it's obvious now Any struggle, I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon) Don't you ever try to copy my style Little nigga, ain't no jockin' allowed I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance I'm in the booth on a mission to smash Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash Hop is the truth that's why niggas is mad I came to bruise with a pen and a pad As of lately, I've been itching to smash So here is my ass, you can kiss in advance Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get shit popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me kill all these niggas (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it Movin' on to the second segment I spit shit like I got chest congestions You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless Time to myself was the best suggestion Sex before bed and sex for breakfast The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested You ever tell me, a little less aggression You'd better get ghost 'fore your head get pressed in (back up) You rap niggas just a facade You only do ten-percent of your job Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your shit while they sit up and nod Who the fuck you think you kiddin' bro? You think you're fly because you gettin' dough? If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you You think we would feel it? No That's just how it goes Please do not get close, this is not a joke Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes Till your pockets swole, puto vámonos (ay wey!) Shit I'm just talkin', don't mind me I guess it's my comical mind state The moment I came into the game I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since MySpace I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya Mind been missing like a flight from Malaysia That I can do when it lies in my nature These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from Yup, I done made a career Most niggas think my situation is weird But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get shit popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me kill all these niggas (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it Yeah, ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping) That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on Ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping) That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get shit popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me kill all these niggas (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it