Worthy - Illa Ghee

Facts of life, I’ll attack it when you’re after life

I’m not Tutti, I’ll bring the ugliness to beauty

Champagne and a groupie in a warm Jacuzzi

A little moody, I spit it like a horror movie

Matter fact it’s like I spit a higher dose of roofie

Hack a loogie, I’m Spock smoking on a loosie

P, when I speak you see blood in the streets

It’s like, it’s like a wolf when he hunting to eat

It’s like, it’s like I just keep stabbing the beat

It’s like, I put the sneak inside Jesus Christ’s feet

I’m the champ undefeated, I know it but I can’t repeat it

It’s a street thing, most of y’all don’t understand that

It’s that grown man, four hundred off of gram wraps

Scratch the surface, my verses put your bottle service

I know I murk this, I’m merciless, Lord have mercy

I’m still about it like I’m Master Percy

I’m James Worthy

Channel the ninth god when it’s animal time

Animators please forgive me, I fought with a grizzly

Staying on my grizzly, the Hulk can build Bixby

The scene with Cooper Clinton yell Ricky

It feels like the Devil tried to kiss me

I’m boss like mosquito bite, itchy

My finger itchy, turn up the glass with me

I celebrate, every memorable medal

Homie I’m heavyweight

I’m like a Benz with the Chevy face, workaholic

Tell my history if they’re the horror, speak gorgeous

Fucking gorgeous bitches

I don’t rhyme, it feel like I share a sickness

You see words, I see pictures

Spit in a hearse

Matter fact I see my flow has these extra rivers

And people wonder why I never have respect for niggers

I am a man, a monster, a face of stitches

Giving these rap niggas independence

Illa