Killa Robb Man I'm IllShould A Known That Boy Cold Wit Da Flow Also 

Was Cold Wit Da Steel!So Back Up - Need Ta Chill (Slow)Yapping Ya grillN Surprised when Shit Gets Real!Ease The Pain Wit Bars Instead Of Pills 

Not Molly Or Bill, My Skill, Kill AdvilIt's More Like A Mother Fuckin Dose Of SeroquelBlood Spilt, Fightin DeMons Wit All My Will!See,Now You Fucking Wit A Real One. 

Feel Like I'm Bout To Kill Son.See It Just Don't Matter If You Ain't Real Or Nuthin. Yu Could Be In A Dress Wit Gats Steady Frontin. Still Getn A Deal Just Like It Wasn't Nothin.

So Call Me Hip Hop's MaSsiAh.Rejected Like Christ, Crucified N Cast Out To The Fire.A King in Exile, Still Call Me Sire.  Soon To Be Crowned, You Could Go Ahead& Call Me A Liar.Here Go That Choir.

Chorus:ILLLL I Think It's Best You Know I'm ILLL...

Whether Crime Or Rhyme I Put In My Time.Even Tho I Got A Ill Mind I Stay On Tha Grind!

ILLLL..

That's Exactly How A Killer Feellls..

I Dropped This Here, To Let Em Know... Yeah!Your Boi Is ILL!

***Verse #2***

Trust, When Shit Getz Real.I'm Tha One Still Foldin Skrill.  Get The Money Y'all, Dolla Dolla Bill...Don't Flex I Shoot To Kill, An I'm On A Mission For A Mil.Seal't The Deal.On Tha Real. I Keep it Trill,  Street Pharmacist, Doctor Phil Good Heals.Red Pill, Yea I Agree That I'm Sick!Of All The Bullshit I Was Taught As A Kid (Jeezy)Public School Indoctrinated, If Intoxicated, It's Religion, Da OpiateOf Tha Masses Kid's & If I Die From Chamber Gas Its Just,The One Way That My Illness-Getz, Counteracted Bitch!But I Don't Trip On Da What Ifs & Small Shit.Because I'm The One Conception Immaculate!In My City We Tha Ones Who Hella Active Bitch  & I Got That Real Good Medicine To Blast You Wit