(ILIR808 shit)

(Yo, Lani, you made this one?)

Little man got wet for a steak and rice, now he's up in the sky

Got-got more than seven, now they're lookin' for doctor to turn back time

My man died, no rewind, can't chat for man, are you smokin' s— (Shegy mixed this)

Little man got wet for a steak and rice, now he's up in the sky

Necklace got chinged and bined, don't say that name, just guess who rhymes

Mr. Evans got more than seven, now they're lookin' for doctor to turn back time

My man died, no rewind, can't chat for man, are you smokin' spice?

Don't believe them raps, they're lyin', three in a week, get back, stop typin'

Hot head and the heart of a lion and a blacked out ding with a sword like a vikin'

I clocked my man, jumped out, knifed him, what have you done? Awkward silence

S1's dead, no revivin', T1's dead, no revivin'

I'm dyin', why do the opps love lyin'? Of course we're tryin'

Say we don't season beef, but four deceased, I think someone's lying

Free Double S, VD and Giant

Shh shh dead, come let's light him

Cheyon's dead, come let's light him

Gulag settin', there ain't no risin'

How many yutes been shaved and shot?

I'm in a ding dong movin' low with one objective to turn man pot

Catfish gang or attend them drops

Send blaze, get back, I don't know 'bout stop

Hillside O, fuck a Kennington bop

Try rock with the opps, get shot with the opps

Spot and drop, spot and drop

Shake it, shake it, ever had a bad man break it?

Get a drop on a opp, we're racin'

Shakespeare Road is the route man's takin'

He got done on a mains on a bait ting

Screamed out, "Stop" so I kept on shavin'

Wave it, shave it, keep complacent

Free P6, had the whole block quakin'

Peng tings wanna be on my Snap, had to tell her, "Fleek up and throw up a 6"

Tag-team with bro when I fed him this ching

Don't feel too good he ain't chillin' in riz

Bet he thinks 'bout me when he fucks his bitch

All masked up, can't take no risk

Best run real fast when we spin this whip

He was fuckin' with life till I decreased it

Drip, drip, pum-pum tight and the back so big

I don't know which one should I pick

**** from the Top or **** from the Brix

She hates my side, but she loves this dick

Drive that boat, she won't know about sink

Anything can happen when she's off that drink

Real side of the Hill, I don't get these pricks

Name and shame

ST, who have you shaved?

Smokey, who have you shaved?

Both of the two ain't wet their blade

But they rap online like they drill broad day

Ain't seen 'em on the Hill since Reckz turned strain

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Old-school days, push-bikes and rambos, oh shit, I already said that

Still waitin' on the Raq yutes' getback

Snow got bun by the G's on his head-back

Took them trips, them man took setbacks

Fried in the night, still don't get that

Opp boys throwin' up C's, rip them T's, don't know how they makin' disstracks

How? How are they makin' disstracks?

(ILIR808 shit) How do they?

(Yo, Lani, you made this one?)