Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ill Bunch, artist - Snowgoons. Date of issue: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ill Bunch |
| You have not seen the scenery |
| Don’t know what it’s like to be with me |
| See the heathens speak easily on easy street |
| Yeah, they living like they villains but our children need a meal |
| On the block clocking but that type of time will kill |
| (Yeah, tell em why you mad homie, tell em how you feel) |
| You bet you right, damn sure I will |
| When I got my deal, life was looking up |
| Now I could give a fuck cause them record labels steal |
| Still we struggle to live with my kid to my arms |
| I uplift the strong, the hood on my back, my missus on my lap |
| And still I react, dip and dodging the traps |
| Yes, rap was born where I’m from |
| God praised me as a son so I rep till I’m done |
| We roll on niggas like a bunch of I’ll Greeks |
| With heats and keep these streets hot like we |
| We born together like some sheiks from the middle east |
| one nation yelling out fuck peace |
| Yo, late night bodega run, I ran into my little dun |
| Sitting there looking through the barrel of a devil’s gun |
| He talking about a body that he caught and he on the run |
| Out of state trying to get that extra cake major fun |
| Who I am to tell him? |
| I’m a felon |
| Just came home from packing a pack in the back and drug selling |
| Shortie rebelling, man he just like me |
| I remember when I was sixteen hugging the streets |
| I had the OG’s trying to screw me, I walked away like fuck you |
| I’m nutso and flashed the toolie |
| Half my niggas doing life or smoking boulies |
| Shortie when you’re looking at the mirror looking at me |
| But my advice to this little nigga, you gotta take flight |
| Relocate from the hood and start a new life |
| I’m sick of liars, sick of bitches and sick of friends |
| I’m sick of, I’m sick of sitting here like get it in |
| I’m sick of fakers, law makers, and life takers |
| That just throw you away then go and eat pizza |
| Laugh about it, it’s getting crowded up in the game |
| Too many bout it bout it but really ain’t bout a thing |
| Too many make it rain in their songs but the thing |
| Is in real life you won’t see them throwing a thing |
| rappers with bitch tendencies |
| Been through the seven seas, Jim Beam, Tennessee |
| You call it whiskey, me I call it risky |
| Police frisk me hitting me with the metal things |
| Like it’s no rules, hit the ProTools |
| And burn it down with my peeps from the Snowgoons |