ill Reality II Lyrics

Yeah, well alright, juice the motherfuckin' Don baby, y'all know the vibes, we back

Yo, this time shit different, swear to God it is, On my unborn child it is

Pops had us in a caravan, many miles on the road with the family man

Moved to the Carolinas, now I'm the finest from the Carolinas

I ain't got time for the prima donnas, to focus on the benjis

You lead with dollars, see Creflo dollar, that's when the feds start watchin

If y'all fresh to death, then put all my niggas in a coffin and lay em to rest

You can't fuck with the Don, busy tryna mimic, boy it ain't your time

I shine cause I got God on my side, This nine to you move shifty

This nine gon' fire, 24 one in the head, I won't think twice

My life or your life and it won't be right, if I don't ever make it home at night

But that don't even sound likely, don't even sound like me

To militant, won't catch me slippin' for a second

I know when a snake near the grass too high

Cut it off if your hand spites you, that's how the saying go

You spare the rod spoil the child, how the saying go

So I put belt to ass, and raise up dubs and count my cash

And fuck these hoes cause love don't last

But as long as we spend this cash it keep her happy

Carolinas finest, you know I got a Remind ya

This fire shit we sellin' man, all that hittin' shit niggas on is irrelevant

Can't stop the motion, tryna control the narrative

Man my senses so imperative

My pen is oh so heaven sent a rose from the dirt

Shit beautiful, you can smell this real shit through my cuticles

Niggas too square, perfect fit for a cubicle

You better work a job, I heard this rap shit is really gettin' slow for you

It ain't slow for me, niggas know the name

Juice the motherfuckin' Don baby

Juice the motherfuckin' Don baby

Juice the motherfuckin' Don baby

Yeah I'm back bitch

I'm back nigga

I'm back for good man

Album dropping very very soon

Y'all know the vibes

Juice

The Motherfuckin' Don