Roads by Ignis Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ignis]
Ain't nobody like jiggy
They smoking doobies and curse
The beat be begging for mercy
A front row seat from the hearse
So prolific like a catalyst
A catalog for candidates
The Nappy little maverick
The epilogue is glamorous
Deficit brimming with the lighter fluid
Skimming over what I'm using
I be in the studio for way more than a couple minutes
Fitted with my leather jacket
Adding my prestige
Cause they talk alotta jazz
But they never move they feet
On my mama I been Killin this
Belligerent, a bag of tricks
A loaded Mag with half the clip embedded in my book again
They took it as a challenge like they mad at my progression
But I guess if i was bad at it I wouldn't get no resting
Oh wait
They got school in the morning
They stay sleep
No way
How the hell is he winning with no cheats
That's cray
Ballin on these haters off an injury
Too late
I got my swagger back, I'm better than I used to be
[Verse 2]
My DNA JUST escalates my motive to win
My flow is dangerous, they almost thought to call it a sin
I ain't made it yet but they already talkin
That's dope
I'm on my high
They roll up cause they need it to cope
Get to stepping or something
Start running, I'm coming
And lovin it
I'm ducking these judges
And causing a ruckus
Wassup with it
Perilous plots to stop the illest lyricist on the block
A Chock fulla mock medicines
All these quick fixes
I'm tired of it
They got the answers but they practicing like iverson
They might be winning but that hype will never get a chip
No disrespect, I mean he legend But i gotta say
There's very few who willing to do what it really takes
Your the definition of pessimism
You swing and miss em, then you giving up
All that doubt I'm using to erupt
I haven't had it Enough
Under average batter never slacking when he goin up
Yea
This is not a Detour
Ain't nobody like jiggy
They smoking doobies and curse
The beat be begging for mercy
A front row seat from the hearse
So prolific like a catalyst
A catalog for candidates
The Nappy little maverick
The epilogue is glamorous
Deficit brimming with the lighter fluid
Skimming over what I'm using
I be in the studio for way more than a couple minutes
Fitted with my leather jacket
Adding my prestige
Cause they talk alotta jazz
But they never move they feet
On my mama I been Killin this
Belligerent, a bag of tricks
A loaded Mag with half the clip embedded in my book again
They took it as a challenge like they mad at my progression
But I guess if i was bad at it I wouldn't get no resting
Oh wait
They got school in the morning
They stay sleep
No way
How the hell is he winning with no cheats
That's cray
Ballin on these haters off an injury
Too late
I got my swagger back, I'm better than I used to be
[Verse 2]
My DNA JUST escalates my motive to win
My flow is dangerous, they almost thought to call it a sin
I ain't made it yet but they already talkin
That's dope
I'm on my high
They roll up cause they need it to cope
Get to stepping or something
Start running, I'm coming
And lovin it
I'm ducking these judges
And causing a ruckus
Wassup with it
Perilous plots to stop the illest lyricist on the block
A Chock fulla mock medicines
All these quick fixes
I'm tired of it
They got the answers but they practicing like iverson
They might be winning but that hype will never get a chip
No disrespect, I mean he legend But i gotta say
There's very few who willing to do what it really takes
Your the definition of pessimism
You swing and miss em, then you giving up
All that doubt I'm using to erupt
I haven't had it Enough
Under average batter never slacking when he goin up
Yea
This is not a Detour