[Chorus x3: Lyrical Mollester]
(Crew!)
My crew is ill
We be working all these days
All these n***as come my way
Don't care what you say
All my n***as wanna get paid
All my n***as wanna get paid
[Verse: Provoker]
You know you can't deny the fact my crew is ill
Moving forward, yeah, we Standard Banking on this f**ing sh**
All you n***as talking that f** sh**
We be swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving hard
Trapping, trapping, trapping, trapping hard
We them youngest n***as but the illest crew
n***as talking p**y, money, weed on that
Light the bubbly, put the f**ing weed on that
All my n***as wanna get paid like the North God
Oh god, we got it. You better go and get it
Different b**hes on the same day
Moller, Pluto, Jxmmy, Raul, N9ne
Lunatiq and FlyPack on this
Hol' up, hater, you gon' look at us
Come through, we gon' show you something
You stupid n***a
[Chorus x4]
My crew is ill
We be working all these days
All these n***as come my way
Don't care what you say
All my n***as wanna get paid
All my n***as wanna get paid
[Verse: Lyrical Mollester]
n***as wanna sound like this
We can take it back to the streets to prove you ain't sh**
Got X.O. on the beat
Making K.O. with the kick
I be so fly check the kick
n***as wanna mess with the kid
n***a, don't f** with my clique
All these wanna-be's
Trapping like it's eas'
Selling all the trees
For the f**in' cheese
Tryna pay the fees
All of my n***as want paper
f** an outsider, n***a got no favour
k** a n***a faster than he thought, game over
Each and every day n***a tryna get sober
Damn I be Hova
n***a, n***a, hold up
See a n***a charged up
n***a feeling way up
With the whole team we don't flex with no stranger
Shoot a n***a from a mile away ike a sniper
[Verse: Jxmmy]
I'm a hotshot in this mo'f**er
Skip the games, ain't no hopscotch in this mo'f**er
I don't chase sh** but the top spot
Pop-pop, we ain't shootin' n***a we just celebrating
I'm just moving n***a
Ya'll just player hating
I move with players
I don't moving with n***as who be player hating
f** the storm. I manuver, b**h, you was busy waiting
You finna blow but you ain't detonating
sh** ain't adding up I guess you calculating
Need the paper like I'm Spike Lee
Won't talk about it, won't talk about it
'cause real n***as move quietly
Real n***as move quietly
Real n***as move quietly
[Verse: K-N9ne]
My crew is ill
I been working all these days
I been cooking all this sh**
My crew is ill
Dropping dope lines like c**aine
Grinding for the gold chain
n***a from the south side
All about the h*mocide
If a n***a talk sh** we can take it outside, right now
Tryna take my shine, my time
We can have a street fight, we can have a street fight!
P-p-put you in the graveyard, straight to the mob
'cause you messing with a thug, smoke a n***a like a drug
Piss in you grave, n***a, piss in your mouth
Can't lose me, I'm right in you face like a mustache
All about the labour, I'm the saviour
Grinding for the paper. I got no time for your sh**
n***a got the juice
n***a got my crew
n***a got the FlyPack on my side, step aside
[Chorus x2]
My crew is ill
We be working all these days
All these n***as come my way
Don't care what you say
All my n***as wanna get paid
All my n***as wanna get paid
[Outro Chorus]
My crew is ILL
We be working all these...
All these n***as come my way
Don't care what you..
All my n***as wanna get...
All my n***as wanna get, f**
My crew is ill
We be working all these days
All these n***as come my way
Don't care what you say
All my n***as wanna get paid
All my n***as wanna get paid