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H-A-V-O, I'm iller, rocking over Dilla

Paint a picture clearer than a mirror

I come from that era where everything matters

Lyrics counting for something, careers got shattered now

Everybody's rock stars, who am I to knock 'em though

Daring something, if you do, you fall like a domino

Smoke a little tropical, niggas is so comical

But I been stopped laughing a long time ago

Ain't nothing funny, head knocked off shoulders

Everytime I spit, it's like I put the game to the cobra

Babies to the game it's I'm pushing they strollers

Coming at me sideways, they in a rush to get older

First round is over

I ain't playing with them, no, I wake 'em up like Folgers

I'm a general, believe that, ya'll nothing but soldiers

Like Cee, I'm a finisher, the number one closer






I'm about my business

Don't worry bout me, homey, mind your business

Cuz this is grown folks business

Nothing to do with you, so just mind your business

All day, every day, about my business

Niggas keep talking, I'mma pop the cuit

Keep playing, have your brain leaking that liquid

Sit back, enjoy, the flow



Yo, we project livers, lick that liver

Run with a bag of cash and flip that wig up

Won't deny it, holding iron, flows is giant

Catch you with nine keys, supplying

Come to my town, strap up

Underground kings with the crown, black down and blacked up

Reefer is the greatest, paid us, Las Vegas, nineteen a pop

Catch me up top famous

Everything on my wrist, Swiss made

Run up in the Gucci shop, Glock warm, give me the Crys' suade

Everybody living to get paid

Everybody make it out the hood, or get sprayed or get grazed

Yeah, yo, my style is trifyn'

Anything on my neck, hands is lightning

Come tear it down, I might sing

Never on a stand, only my writing hand with bright lens

With seal, baby bro



Yeah, beast mode, H-A-V-O

Dudes get popped, snitches sing like Ne-Yo

That's why you always catch me rocking for dolo

Police putting pressure, niggas acting all homo

Can't fuck with em, puff on that piff then they analyze

Looking for what it is, watch for the landmines

Run but you can't hide, lyrical landslide

Homicide, know about you, but I got mines

Grind like the gears on a Porsche, I'm so driven

Foot to the pedal, I'm heavy footed, there's no limit

No gimmick, what you see is what you get it

No skinny jeans, only thing fitting is my fitted

Knowhatimean? Some of ya'll won't get it

I do my own thing, hold to my pivet

Yeah, life can be a bitch, but we live it

To the fullest, niggas just made cuz we chilling