Illah on the Fly (Freestyle) [feat. Illah Dayz] Lyrics

You've seen the way they done your boy

You alright baby

They done your boy, still down

Ay man, ay yo man

Ay yo man, ay Kev

Ay Kevlaar

This gon' be a classic right here man

This is like one of them motherfuckin' joints where you be like

Grab that nigga out the motherfuckin' car right now

Get his wheelchair out man

Bring that motherfucker upstairs man

Give me some of that wheat bread

About 7 grains

7 grain bread man, you know what I mean

Ay Kevlaar, I love you for this one

They don't understand me right here man

Mother, ay yo

This Illah Dayz on the track man

I come from east side Helen block

Ay yo

Clear the motherfuckin' halls y'all

Y'all clear the halls

Big Boss, J. Geronimo back

And mo' black, young attack Jack the new stacks

Runnin' through tracks

Human beings swift, well built, too strong lacks

State pen, my bid in the wind

This pen state facts, about what life bring

Above material nice things

Fuck it I'm all that

Plus a bag of Jays hot chips

I'll set the spot, wood so heal the lost souls

Young and old stroll the slums

I'm the scum at the top of the pot

Its dry snot, legal knot plus

Burnin' good crops, I run fast like my life on the line

Stash a nine got halfs

Let's take niggas with snuff in my rhyme

I run fast like my life on the line

Stash a nine I got halves, let's take niggas with a snuff in my rhyme

Yeah y'all

Motherfuckin' John

Ay yo man, Illah Dayz, Blaze, John Blaze

Motherfuckin' my

Motherfuckin' Kevlaar 7 indie niggas

Understand when I say this niggas

Want y'all to hear me niggas

I want the fuckin' world to envy niggas

Let me get there

Let me get there to get mansions and motherfuckin' techs

Never want my family to be upset

They been too long

300 year rule, it's over that nigga

I'm right here dawg

I'ma live they talk I got five or six years

I'ma pass that shit, I'm a survivor

Get me live man

Auntie Ben, how you doin' baby

I need somebody else to slide that motherfuckin' down man

The giant slap too big

I still pull leg out

Fuck polig, they out

Tryna fuck with me, John Blaze, it's no doubt

This the freestyle that you never heard about

I'm comin' through your books

Comin' through them looks

Yo, I'm like a motherfuckin' crook back on the block

This what I do, you better look out

Niggas on the block still shrinkin

Still motherfuckin' thinkin

On the cookout, they got lambs

And every motherfuckin' type of fish you can think of

I'm right here dawg, I'm like the breeze

Break locks off motherfuckin' niggas

Since they stuck up

Like I ain't give a fuck, bitch, fuck you

I'm right here, how you doin' dude

Love you mommy

John Blaze like, what's up Papi

Motherfuckin' never gave me five cent

Cause the nigga always on Mack Avenue

Smokin' heroin, gettin' bent shit

And never thought about his.... son John

And I'll be there

Get you off of that

Goddammit, keep your mind clear

I'm off this motherfuckin' here

Wheelchair will get you there