Ignis - Roads lyrics
[Ignis - Roads lyrics]
Ain't nobody like jiggy
They smoking doobies and curse
The beat be begging for mercy
A front row seat from the hearse
So prolific like a catalyst
A catalog for candidates
The Nappy little maverick
The epilogue is glamorous
Deficit brimming with the lighter fluid
Skimming over what I'm using
I be in the studio for way
More than a couple minutes
Fitted with my leather jacket
Adding my prestige
Cause they talk alotta jazz
But they never move they feet
On my mama I been Killin this
Belligerent, a bag of tricks
A loaded Mag with half the clip
Embedded in my book again
They took it as a challenge like
They mad at my progression
But I guess if i was bad at
It I wouldn't get no resting oh wait
They got school in the morning
They stay sleep no way
How the hell is he winning with no cheats
That's cray
Ballin on these haters off an injury
Too late i got my swagger back
I'm better than I used to be
My DNA JUST escalates my motive to win
My flow is dangerous
They almost thought to call it a sin
I ain't made it yet but they already talkin
That's dope i'm on my high
They roll up cause they need it to cope
Get to stepping or something
Start running, I'm coming and lovin it
I'm ducking these judges
And causing a ruckus wassup with it
Perilous plots to stop the illest
Lyricist on the block
A Chock fulla mock medicines
All these quick fixes i'm tired of it
They got the answers but
They practicing like iverson
They might be winning but that hype
Will never get a chip no disrespect
I mean he legend But i gotta say
There's very few who willing to
Do what it really takes
Your the definition of pessimism
You swing and miss em, then you giving up
All that doubt I'm using to erupt
I haven't had it Enough
Under average batter never slacking
When he goin up
Yea this is not a Detour
They smoking doobies and curse
The beat be begging for mercy
A front row seat from the hearse
So prolific like a catalyst
A catalog for candidates
The Nappy little maverick
The epilogue is glamorous
Deficit brimming with the lighter fluid
Skimming over what I'm using
I be in the studio for way
More than a couple minutes
Fitted with my leather jacket
Adding my prestige
Cause they talk alotta jazz
But they never move they feet
On my mama I been Killin this
Belligerent, a bag of tricks
A loaded Mag with half the clip
Embedded in my book again
They took it as a challenge like
They mad at my progression
But I guess if i was bad at
It I wouldn't get no resting oh wait
They got school in the morning
They stay sleep no way
How the hell is he winning with no cheats
That's cray
Ballin on these haters off an injury
Too late i got my swagger back
I'm better than I used to be
My DNA JUST escalates my motive to win
My flow is dangerous
They almost thought to call it a sin
I ain't made it yet but they already talkin
That's dope i'm on my high
They roll up cause they need it to cope
Get to stepping or something
Start running, I'm coming and lovin it
I'm ducking these judges
And causing a ruckus wassup with it
Perilous plots to stop the illest
Lyricist on the block
A Chock fulla mock medicines
All these quick fixes i'm tired of it
They got the answers but
They practicing like iverson
They might be winning but that hype
Will never get a chip no disrespect
I mean he legend But i gotta say
There's very few who willing to
Do what it really takes
Your the definition of pessimism
You swing and miss em, then you giving up
All that doubt I'm using to erupt
I haven't had it Enough
Under average batter never slacking
When he goin up
Yea this is not a Detour