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(Heavy, heavy) (Hit heavy, 1, 3) (Let's do this) (Heavy, heavy) (Hit heavy, 1, 3) (Let's do this) (You a ill nigga though) I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Roses on my feet, spilled mud on my Fazos Roses on my feet, the crowd go wild, yo Roses on my feet, the crowd let it style, yo (style, yo) (Huh, yeah) This that Yeezy check, boy, they done sent it through the wire Illa he on fire, who said the devil ain't a liar? (yo) Before I became that ill nigga that's on your iPhone I used to wanna be like Jordan and LeBron though I even had the hoop attached to my garage door Like most black kids, I didn't know my dad, yo Like most black kids, I live life in the shadow All these fuckin' Illa-sound clones, they done cloned Tyrone Synesthesia, I done seen it all with my eyes closed Stevie Wonder, I done seen enough Steve Harvey's bald head, bitch I'm in my glow So far I ain't found no record label for me to sell my soul Twin towers, 20 dollar bill, I never fold Real nigga, I got (?), Gucci head to toe Ten-fold, my heart made of gold, shawty know I'm the gold 773, she said she miss me, she don't know I'm home My LA shawty moved back with her mama, can't deal with the snow Perfect timing, wifey on the way, she don't even know And they don't got to know, 'cause they don't know each other But if they knew each other, they would be best friends And probably get drunk, and go fuck each other (huh) 808s & Percocets, I'm just being transparent Illa rappin' 'bout the drugs that killed both of his grandparents It killed both of my grandparents Turn this shit off