Forever Ill lyrics

[Hook]
n*ggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n*ggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*ggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it

[Verse 1]
b*tch, FV is the Voltron crew
Talkin' that sh*t, we gon' roll on you
The game ain't nuttin' but a mothaf*ckin'
Battlefield and we killers 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*gga you cannot walk in my sewn-on shoes
You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you
(n*gga laugh out loud)
Got the crown, I can't pass mine down
Demons in me, can't cast mine out
Nope
You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows
Please excuse me when I'm at my prows
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*t until he became rich and b*tch n*ggas, 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*gga, ain't no jockin' allowed
Uh-uh
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*ggas 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 ass, you can kiss in advance
[Hook]
n*ggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n*ggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*ggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it

[Verse 2]
Movin' on to the second segment
I spit sh*t like I got chest congestions
You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless
Time to myself was the best suggestion
Sex before bed and sex 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*ggas just a facade
You only do ten-percent of your job
Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your sh*t while they sit up and nod
Who the f*ck 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*t 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*t rhymes I get paid from
Yup, I done made a career
Most n*ggas 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
[Hook]
n*ggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n*ggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*ggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it

[Bridge]
Yeah, ain't sh*t changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n*gga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on
Ain't sh*t changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n*gga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa
(Scratches) Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping
(Scratches) Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping

[Hook]
n*ggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n*ggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get sh*t popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*ggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it