Shooter
Edward Lillie
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Take a quick swig Of the liquor to loosen up Illest sixteen that A human is spewing thus I'm the sickest motherfucker Till proven I'm not the one Yeah the mic is what I grip Motherfuckers better run Pad is in my clip So I spray it just for fun Better watch your whip Cause bullets are boutta come When your body falls limp Don't say i didn't front Warned you like a kid Cause all you are my sons Yeah Nicki with the wig Is the way I'm goin in Take a hint from a jay And I follow his blueprint Write a verse a day To be showing I got a gift But the curse I gotta say Is you having to coexist With the jerk who goes to flame Anybody that went and dissed Say i don't got game But you know that i never miss Careful where you aim cause Glass houses can't take a brick Shattered, MJ with his dunk in eighty six Bitch I'm in the middle Of showing I'm not a twin Little did we know That I came here to get the win Jackpot in the casino So I know I made it big when I Call an El Camino While some yall takin Lyfts Airport to airport I fly in business Economic whores Can't handle this dick Michael Rappaport I'm balling like the Knicks I go crazy on this court Like I'm fucking Jeremy Lin Take a quick swig Of the liquor to loosen up Illest sixteen that A human is spewing thus I'm the sickest motherfucker Till proven I'm not the one Yeah the mic is what I grip Motherfuckers better run Pad is in my clip So I spray it just for fun Better watch your whip Cause bullets are boutta come When your body falls limp Don't say i didn't front Warned you like a kid Cause all you are my sons Take a quick swig Of the liquor to loosen up Illest sixteen that A human is spewing thus I'm the sickest motherfucker Till proven I'm not the one Yeah the mic is what I grip Motherfuckers better run Pad is in my clip So I spray it just for fun When your body falls limp Don't say I didn't front Warned you like a kid Cause all you are my sons Yeah Fired up in phoenix My bars be pure iron Yours are just anemic They sounding real tired Michelin star for bars I deal with higher Games of chess Till I'm king Edward Lillie is the best Know the name Write it down Just to say it With your chest Cause I know you lookin down While you see I never rest Sleep is how you looking For that nearest thing to death Guess you're not really cousins If you ain't feel the stress Yes F*ck a family picture Bitch I'm the only one Son of mother nature And born of times to come Future hall of famer But now I'm the run They're ain't nothing greater Than me and fucking drums Gimme any beat I'm bound to go dumb Follow E3 For what he will become All yall mini mes Are just not the one Yeah you lacking synergy Packing raps with similes There ain't nothing similar Bout either our deliveries If you ain't figured out Then visit a distillery Sipping royal crown Is where I found artillery Take a quick swig Of the liquor to loosen up Illest sixteen that A human is spewing thus I'm the sickest motherfucker Till proven I'm not the one Said the sickest motherfucker Till proven I'm not the one Yeah
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