Illmac - NAUTICA WINDBREAKER lyrics

{intro: illmac} Uh-huh Esem what up? Milc what up? Yo {verse 1: illmac} I take it back like, being too broke, to go on field trips, now we in the field tripping We just built different, got roasted over free lunches now they look at me like the meal ticket No ill will now they know ill will get it She got red bottoms like, dorothy heel-clicking Got that lean on me like bill withers, pop a seal, mix it Extendo hanging off the pole like a skilled stripper Drop jewels, i hit it on the nose like a pill-sniffer Licks turn to opportunity knocking on my door like little richard We just had to go for broke to get a lil’ richer Now we summon ghosts with toasts, when we spill liquor Real sh*t, just a star from the north, peep the little dipper Back like, school dances drunk, rocking hilfiger Success story, folks from the block tryna build wit’ us Back to that, all-white, oldsmobile, ‘93 Red leather interior reclining seats Mo-b sold me that for 700, was spending money from dub-rc’s {?} down pheasant and feeling like a king Back when i was finding me, couldn’t find my keys Locked ‘em in the trunk, underneath a pile of p’s When only sent ‘em south and got five apiece Chuck a deuce up Watching mandalorian eating pupusas, from the salvadorian food truck Nán sent me the beat looped up Slide wit’ my team like a luge and cool runnings, y’all just had a cool run, ooh {interlude: illmac & esem} Old sanka, sanka’s egg head-ass boy Then take it back like, like pogs you feel me? Yo (ay) Ay i never had the slammer but that sh*t was lit {verse 2: esem} I take it back like i ain’t mean what i said When everybody rocked a pair of j’s but i had the filas instead Or the all-black k-swiss, fast forward now i cop mad asics Tryna front like i’m not that basic Though i ain’t rich but these days i’m hardly ever broke I stay lit, carne asada block party wit’ my folks That a’s sh*t but some day it’s like i’m on the other coast ‘cause my playlist skip from roc marci’ to the strokes Rapping over loops you know i dug it if i dug a sound Soul-seeking like back when we was downloading underground Running ‘round, chasing this cutie booty was something round That was back a couple hundred pounds, i ain’t running now Casually walking into her dms if i love her style Like ‘i ain’t a player, i just look like big pun it’s wild’ Optimistic so i’m halfway in it if she chuckle loud But also pessimistic so the chance is that she doesn’t smile fu*k it i’ll, keep flirting while surfing my cousin couch Eating chinese, remind me of old commercials for uncle chow’s Or was it mr. chow? whatever used to hate being a kid but i miss it now They never told me it would be so tough, being the illest out with no reward {?} like a young milhouse as a missing child Champion windbreaker vintage style Even if it’s no winter ‘round, rocking the nostalgia i reminisce about baby {interlude 2: milc} Yo wolf side, load b gang Yo, ill what’s happening? Uh, you know what the fu*k it is Look Yo (lobo) {verse 3: milc} Take it back like exotic or nautica windbreaker The whole team blowing through the money like vin baker Rim-shaker shawn kemp, y’all talking nonsense It’s 33 hersey hawkins, they jersey-shopping She curve me often i don’t care, money been dirty-talking Flirty even herbie hanco*k, while the perc 30 blossom They heard we plotting to pill-press an early option After this run, we getting {?} popping Blanco, esem and mac, they was stretching the pack Lidocaine and nodoz, whatever left in the sack Exit the back, you flexing for who? you next to a rat You ain’t impressing them hoes you was pressed for a rack {?}, best in the city better address me as that My yadna, check in the trap while i make a check off these raps It’s nothing, recovering, with ginger shots and pedialyte See me in flight, meteorite, fu*k a media site Avi know i lock the flow, sake got me sloppy though Separate the joffrey’s from the jaffe jo’s, i’m adios I gotta ghost, we on the road Running through ya’ roster, mask on like a doom impostor Way i use the oxford i’ma see a offer everyone out here moving awkward Used to move that boom-shakalaka, smell it through the locker I’m a beast, chupacabra I’ll never see a problem, fall back and watch the money pile like leaves in autumn