[Verse 1]
Motherf**er I'm ill, a lot worse
A frail frame and I'm awkward
My brain is a campfire, surrounded by demons and vampires
I shouldn't be winning this, according to several percentages
I've counted my weapons and manpower
Decided I'm working advanced hours
I'm ill, I'm plagued with how I feel
Like life ain't worth it living just for dollar bills
But on that same note, ambitions for me ain't broke
I'm Brooklyn ballin' in rhymes, and rich in halos
See ain't no difference if time was doing cartwheels
Just keep my sickness in line with how my heart feels
Coordinated designs in time I let go
Only to find I'm living divine upon the threshold
Of life in its entirety, entirely caught
Witnessed the lows of self-impeachment through the fires I've walked
Distraught indeed I've deemed it necessary helping the lost
So, I'm feeling ill every time that I talk
[Hook]
Sometimes I'm feeling ill, sometimes I'm feeling crossed
Sometimes I'm feeling good, that I could feel this lost
Sometimes I'm feeling broke, sometimes I'm feeling paid
Sometimes I feel I smoke, to push the pain away
So tell me if I'm lost
Or tell me if I'm ill
[Verse 2]
Through sickness and in health, this music keeps me listening
I've travelled so far from my mind, defeated distances
So what the difference is, is nothing y'all can pay me
Definitely determined in making miracles daily
So look…just me and my team, writing these sentences
Selling my dreams
Tell em I'm putting in work for the movement and telling our
Nemesis f** what they think
Cause they gon' be bumping that same sh**
So f** all the people they came with
I'm sick in my lips and I'm anxious
And rapping becoming my language
So what that sound like?
Will I put it down like, "Wuddup
Lemme spit some stupid sh** and tell that brown dyke shut up"?
Or keep my pride intact
Until a hater hear that clap
And hear that kick and hear that flow and be like
"Yeah, CJ's back…"
[Hook]