Illy Mode

[Intro: Scru Face Jean]
Aww, man
Bow with me, sweetheart

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though
City of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though

[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
Y'all better start laying down, stop playing around
With the coach, y'all do the most
I was born right in shits creek, learned how to row
Just to stay afloat so
When they ask me if we all in the same boat
I'ma be like no
Just to be dope I sacrificed the most
Like cutting the throat
Of the motherfucking goat, woah
This shit is raw
Swear I was born in the city of gods
Tryna get Christ in my life but the closest to Christian I got was just Christian Dior
Critics are whores
I get up and raw them
Buy me a watch that I couldn't before
Couldn't afford
Now the bezel got infinity stones
Like Ebony Maw
Damn
I'm snapping like Thanos
Rambo ain't runnin' out of ammo
I'ma put a damn hole in a "Sambo"
Get shot, then you're fucked like Bang Bros
Damn bro, why you going so ham though?
Fuck that, I'll be smooth like Lando
'Cause I can pull strings too, banjo
And you can't see me dude, camo
In the jungle if your Rollie Rollie got a dab of ranch
Then goonies coming with that 9 Iron like they Bagger Vance
I don't really want nothing from you but a cash advance
And once I hit that illy mode, you fuckers never had a chance
Aw, man

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though
City of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Yeah, back on my bullshit
I turn my back to the bullshit
I'm tryna focus on rapping
They all gonna react to the bullshit
Never was trapping with gats and a full clip
But I'm full of clips, everybody is my son
Money in the bank, everybody wanna run
Are they coming towards me, are they headin' for the drum
Mention where I'm from, ain't nobody gonna tell me when I'm done
So I'm emptying my lungs with the belly of a beast
Coming from a plate, but ya never gonna eat
Thinking everything is sweet, but it's never been a treat
I ain't all up in these bitches that you mention in your tweets, facts
Selling me a dream
Funny because everything is really how it seems
Going illy mode, I've been ill and that is really what I mean
He is not a human, he is really a machine (Yeah)
It ain't even fucking close to be honest
Everybody think they getting 15 minutes
But they need a coach to be honest
They don't like me 'cause I'm overly honest
But this shit ain't supposed to be promised
Yeah, this city is emotionally toxic
I'm vocally conscious
And fuck it I'm motioning onwards

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
It's the city of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though
City of gods
Look where we are, baby (Where we are, baby)
You never did this before, you with the stars, baby (With the stars, baby)
You know we itching for war, looking for y'all, baby (Looking for y'all. baby)
'Cause I'm in illy mode
Really though