Ill Advised lyrics

by

The Alchemist


[Intro]
Yeah, thuggin' with the guys
Trials and tribulations of a ghetto kid, n*gga, and still I rise
Young and ill-advised, speed demon
Off the weed and the liquor, live the thug life
That Hennessy'll get you keyed, n*gga, ayy
That dope di*k, it'll get your whip keyed, n*gga
Was young and ill-advised, life of a street n*gga
Where we at with it?
227 gang, let's get it

[Verse]
A penny saved is a penny earned, got a son that I gotta raise
It's his turn to turn up so I be working on my holidays
Tryna get that dollar made slapping blocks off the promenade
Eighteen whole ones I've been teeing off at the driving range
Me and Gianno on Holcomb, know we supply them things
Bae, keep trolling, love to see me floss when I drive the Range
He paid the cost to be the boss, expensive as it was
See me and Mari in that Porsche, this sh*t from selling drugs
We from the real streets of Detroit where n*ggas play for keeps
Crimson your tide and take you down, can't wash the stain with bleach
My OG Ali change my life, was with them bottom-feeders
Most of us ain't believe in God so we was robbing preachers
Barry, Ricky, and Grey to grace, he was a block-bleeder
187 homicide, drug zone ConCreature
Years later, still f*cking b*tches with my father's features
Rocking house pieces, n*ggas know the vibes
You can ask my man, he's a mind-reader
Keep a nine heater, all the time it's just how we ride
Meet up at the cemetery and get smoked out, pass the weed, n*gga
This the anthem for real street n*ggas, ayy
I had to sever ties
He took the stand and testified for some lesser time
Was telling Dutch to slow down, but he was pressed for time
Nevermind that sh*t with Des One, wish I could press rewind
If my life was a game of spades, I won the seven blind
Loso got sprayed with the K like forty-seven times
Trill recognize trill, was young and ill-advised
Lucky to be still alive, know it's f*cking with n*ggas' pride
Never been robbed in my life, couple of n*ggas tried
Last shootout you heard I had, both of them n*ggas died
Hear n*ggas talking down on Blocks, you know my n*ggas slide
'Cause when it's on, you know this beef sh*t come with extra sides
Do the electric boogaloo, choppa electric slide
While I'm somewhere ducked off with my b*tch, just tryna catch a vibe
None of these hoes ain't loyal, got money set aside
For all these rats and rodents who need pesticide
Let's get it
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