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D-Roc - Straight-Ill Lyrics



D-Roc - Straight-Ill Lyrics
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Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
Uh
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
Off top, this a lyricist spot
Don't drive drown this lane less u came with a plot
Wander down this road, u might end up in a plot
Same old shit, different kinda Roc
Back from the belly of beasts
Spitting soliloquy
Hotter then fish grease
You can't pardon the G
Back to my old shit
Timex makes the gold wrist
Niggas playing chess, but I'm thinking more risk
Cause, I can see her chest not taking one risk
But still rule bend like the Beasties boy Rick
Sucka nigga i could never be!
You pussies f*cked, you should charge a fee
I roll wit the realest of dawgs, the realest of dawgs is my pedigree
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
Waiting on wings cuz Heavens my only option
They ain't get the picture so I had to get to cropping
Them squares out my circle, see the devil start to plotting
I, reversed the evil now I live with better options
Had a dream I said, bout me I said
Head to the clouds, like what up big?
This that continental shift flow
The lines in the sand
With this pen that I clutch
I can write retirement plans
More violins for the violence
Need beef HD
Wallowing in Wagyu, only War brings peace
Built it piece by piece, brick by brick
Foundation legit, I never quit
Forever shootin, J.R. Smith
Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
Uh
Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
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Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
Uh
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
Off top, this a lyricist spot
Don't drive drown this lane less u came with a plot
Wander down this road, u might end up in a plot
Same old shit, different kinda Roc
Back from the belly of beasts
Spitting soliloquy
Hotter then fish grease
You can't pardon the G
Back to my old shit
Timex makes the gold wrist
Niggas playing chess, but I'm thinking more risk
Cause, I can see her chest not taking one risk
But still rule bend like the Beasties boy Rick
Sucka nigga i could never be!
You pussies f*cked, you should charge a fee
I roll wit the realest of dawgs, the realest of dawgs is my pedigree
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
Check the energy
Everything they wanna to be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
Waiting on wings cuz Heavens my only option
They ain't get the picture so I had to get to cropping
Them squares out my circle, see the devil start to plotting
I, reversed the evil now I live with better options
Had a dream I said, bout me I said
Head to the clouds, like what up big?
This that continental shift flow
The lines in the sand
With this pen that I clutch
I can write retirement plans
More violins for the violence
Need beef HD
Wallowing in Wagyu, only War brings peace
Built it piece by piece, brick by brick
Foundation legit, I never quit
Forever shootin, J.R. Smith
Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
Uh
Check the energy
Everything they wanna be
I'm the epitome
People drawing comparisons, but we the illest straight up
No way to illustrate us
Straight up
Straight ill, there's no room to debate us
They hate us
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Writer: Derek Arnold II
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: D-Roc
Length: 3:50
Written by: Derek Arnold II

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