Hopsin - Forever Ill lyrics

n***as wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial n***as keep jockin', k**ing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get sh** popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me k** all these n***as (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it b**h, FV is the Voltron crew Talkin' that sh**, we gon' roll on you The game ain't nuttin' but a mothaf**in' Battlefield and we k**ers so don't run through Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice n***a you cannot walk in my sewn-on shoes You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you (n***a laugh out loud) Got the crown, I can't pa** mine down Demons in me, can't cast mine out You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows Please excuse me when I'm at my pals You might get trampled The day'll never come up when I get handled When the fire's lit then don't bite the candle Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling And you know this man, this territory is vulture land Y'all say he ain't sh** until he became rich and b**h n***as, I wrote this plan Sure that it's obvious now Any struggle, I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon) Don't you ever try to copy my style Little n***a, ain't no jockin' allowed I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance I'm in the booth on a mission to smash Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash Hop is the truth that's why n***as is mad I came to bruise with a pen and a pad As of lately, I've been itching to smash So here is my a**, you can kiss in advance n***as wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial n***as keep jockin', k**ing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get sh** popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me k** all these n***as (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it Movin' on to the second segment I spit sh** like I got chest congestions You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless Time to myself was the best suggestion Sex before bed and s** for breakfast The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested You ever tell me, a little less aggression You'd better get ghost 'fore your head get pressed in (back up) You rap n***as just a facade You only do ten-percent of your job Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your sh** while they sit up and nod Who the f** you think you kiddin' bro? You think you're fly because you gettin' dough? If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you You think we would feel it? No That's just how it goes Please do not get close, this is not a joke Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes Till your pockets swole, puto vámonos (ay wey!) sh** I'm just talkin', don't mind me I guess it's my comical mind state The moment I came into the game I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since MySpace I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya Mind been missing like a flight from Malaysia That I can do when it lies in my nature These are the bullsh** rhymes I get paid from Yup, I done made a career Most n***as think my situation is weird But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear n***as wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial n***as keep jockin', k**ing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get sh** popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me k** all these n***as (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it Yeah, ain't sh** changed, been off the chain, can't k** off the flame My n***a you'd better (ask about me boy, I get sh** popping) That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on Ain't sh** changed, been off the chain, can't k** off the flame My n***a you'd better (ask about me boy, I get sh** popping) That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa n***as wishin' I fell o-o-off But I'm forever ill, that's by law These commercial n***as keep jockin', k**ing's my only option Ask about me boy, I get sh** popping (Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome) My mind's telling me k** all these n***as (Pound Syndrome) There is no limit to my madness I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it