Illinois

Look

Phases of the moon never phased ya boi

Mercury's in Gatorade

Still dropping 50 like I'm Brandon Roy

Trailblazin', hell-raisin'

Never coy

Treat these beats just like the fucking pussy

Leave that shit destroyed

I'm so fucking pretty

Got yo mans annoyed

I'm so fucking ill, you prolly thinkin' I'm from Illinois

503

If you in the building, make some fucking noise

Put ya hands up

Let 'em know you rockin' with the boi

How many rappers out here self-employed?

Still ain't got no label

Did this all in my corduroys

Life's a game

Kill me now

Promise Imma redeploy

When the cookie crumbles

I just eat that shit like Chips Ahoy

Swear that I ain't got no fucking choice

Always find a way to turn shit 'round

Like I'm on The Voice

Shoutout to my critics

Stupid bitches, you just prove my point

They only love yo ass up until you reach a certain point

And I'm finally at that fucking point

So hate me and degrade me

But I bet ya'll listen to this joint

Don't go nod ya head

Post a link up to a thread like

"Jonesy really thinks he's the next Eminem"

No I don't but check my fucking pen

It's crazy, on the daily

All the shit that pops up in my head

Crazy how lately life's been good

Now I'm on some meds

'Member days thinkin'

I'd be better off dead

Get yo fucking mental health straight

See a therapist

And find out what it's like to feel great

Think I'm arrogant?

Nah bitch

I just feel great

Plus I'm lookin' good, I ain't ever been a cheapskate

Drippin' in that Y2K

Shorty blow me up

Like "You always playin' 2K"

Mmkay

Two can play at that game

Why you always at the club

With yo bitches that we know you fucking hate

Fake love, I could never

My brothers been my brothers

We done been through stormy weather

I would lie for my dogs

And I would die for my dogs

And if I ever lost 'em, I would cry for my dogs forreal

Cause when it's that deep

You can't fake shit

Growing up's a bitch

Man, we all just gotta face it

This world is so big

We just tryna find our places

But if I got my team

Then I know we finna make it

I could go an hour on this beat

Even when I'm venting, got ya jumping out ya fucking seat

Hands in the air

Wave 'em like you don't care

But I know you all care

By the way that ya stare

I'm not a god, I'm just godly

Ain't met the man upstairs

But I know that he got me

My grandmama too

I know she standing right beside me

Nana, Imma make you proud

Ain't nothing could stop me

Look

Lastly shoutout to my fucking exes

'Specially to that one that broke my heart when I was back in Texas

Young and Reckless

And I hope we've both grown

But if you call my phone

I ain't picking up the phone

Finna get that dial tone

Just like all these other hoes

Had me steady playing defense

Felt like I was running zone

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

That ain't me anymore

Ever since I came back home

Realized that I'm better off alone