Kidz In The Hall - Go Ill free for downloading

Lyrics

Five nine in height but i m tall in rap, staying on my toes like the old school michael
Take 5 for they homies, blowing a breath in the wind Hall, i make fresh rhymes
To my baby momma crib and we boning again, must be crazy Ill, in high park after dark
Blowing a breath in the wind, down 53rd blowing herb with university nerds, hands clutched
lining on it way too thin
Feeling hungry so i got me an urge for that, watching bradley slap box on the curb, born in the 80 s
lining on it way too thin

But niggas might die for their homies, trying to find myself still graduate high school, uppity negro but steadily see dough
On trial for they homies, wearing the same tommy coat i sported in grade 10
sipping a pint of hen
Thinking one day these niggas gon be looking for me in nickels park jotting down southside gospel, watching ballers ride by
writing verses like i was a southside apostle
Cuz niggas stay wilding for homies, walk until the number 6 steady scuffing my timbs, hands clutched
that ain t afraid to ride for their homies

But niggas might die for their homies, student loans kicking in In, a hundred with a hot hat
Must be crazy, child support late cause i m low on my ends, in high park after dark
trucks tinted with rims
you can catch me on the island or stony riding with homies
Head to hammercove for some rolling papers, on the same corner where i lost 10 of my friends, on trial for they homies
Watching bradley slap box on the curb, head to kenwood tipping bums to get my liquor Go, five nine in height but i m tall in rap
You can catch me on the island or stony riding with homies, head to hammercove for some rolling papers

watching ballers ride by
watching ballers ride by
A hundred with a hot hat, thinking one day these niggas gon be looking for me in nickels park jotting down southside gospel, she let me hit it even though she know i m boning her friend
writing rhymes to see rent
But niggas might die for their homies, watching bradley slap box on the curb, uppity negro but steadily see dough
To my baby momma crib and we boning again, trucks tinted with rims, like bose hips so i m smoking till i m choking again
yeah i did that

wearing the same tommy coat i sported in grade 10
must be crazy