Jacey-Symone - ILL

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I make em say uhhh like
fucking Master P

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

Texting that bitch and im texting her man
You onna ceiling cuz bitch you a fan
Im trying to get rich yeah im trying to get bands
Fuck all these feelings i don't understand
All of that shit is not part of the plan
Real niggas know the deal with it

Heard me rap
Yeah i did my thing
They was like Jay just killed the shit

Cuz you know she spit real with it
And she love it for the trill of it

She so fuckin mean with the fuckin schemes
Like Bob she be building it
Chop shit up and catch a deal with it
Dreams big go to Ville wit it

Rapping wit Jermaine
Let him feel the pain
17 Years builded bitch

I want money i want control of my life

Everybody tell me wrong
Wont acknowledge when Im right

Know nothing comes from nothing
Im prepared to give my life

This Christmas I want the Game
Imma make that shit my wife

I got twisted vision

Speak it live it
Story of my life

When i get kids of my own
Imma teach them wrong and right

Imma like thugga thugga
Stoner stoner
Smoking till i die

Rolling up another one
Imma smoke until im high

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I'm make em say uhhh like
Fucking Master P

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
I'm Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

Bubbling bitch
Like my stomach is sick
Cause im ill

Trouble is swift
I just push pass that shit
Like oh well

I know im great
Them niggas dont work on them selves

Writing my way
Lil nigga
I dont need know help

Dont gotta stay
I rather go home by myself

She onna same page
Rather just work on her wealth

Im Growing with grace
Moving different you can tell

I want me a bad bitch whos
Nothing but her self

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece

I make them say uhh like fucking
Master p

I dont care top chair
That the masters seat

Written by:
Jacey-Symone Gregg

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