The Most Ill by Miike Genne Lyrics
Everyone knows when seasons change
When you see heavy clouds does gods rain pain
Rhythm & Blues who has clues to what the future brings
Staying blessed cause my feet still remain on the ground
Heart pumping great energy hope to see one hundred
Lord willing cause this self documentary
Beginning stages, got more in store
Search inside the inventory of my memory
Yesterday had to fill two applications
Playing jeopardy with jobs
Answering a lot of questions but the dollar sign remain at odds
A few confessions, wishing my number was rang in the Powerball
I'd grab directions, packing my things and long gone
For now it's studio sessions lost the lotto
Turn the mic on, create another song
Create impressions making hits like Barry Bonds
Lows and Highs treat them all the same
Money power fame we adore
We all just wanna make a name
Lows and Highs
Lows and Highs treat them all the same
Money power fame we adore
We all just wanna make a name
Lows and Highs
Truth is the fruits of your labor aren't consumed when the food is ripe
But when the timings right
Seeds get planted and it takes many nights for all things to reach its true height
So even when the light gets dim despite hours asking on a limb
There's power in the sour fruits produced
Cause even the worst works create
Beauty in the Booth
From the concrete rose a rose
From the mud cornerstone to owning a home
Remember when the black wouldn't lean a loan
Now they handing money like feens who got it off the stove
And I ain't playing with you niggas
No I ain't playing with you hoes
Got a hundred bands in my pocket
Better go wipe your nose
And I ain't playing with you niggas
No I ain't playing with you hoes
Got a hundred bands in my pocket
Better go paint your toes
When you see heavy clouds does gods rain pain
Rhythm & Blues who has clues to what the future brings
Staying blessed cause my feet still remain on the ground
Heart pumping great energy hope to see one hundred
Lord willing cause this self documentary
Beginning stages, got more in store
Search inside the inventory of my memory
Yesterday had to fill two applications
Playing jeopardy with jobs
Answering a lot of questions but the dollar sign remain at odds
A few confessions, wishing my number was rang in the Powerball
I'd grab directions, packing my things and long gone
For now it's studio sessions lost the lotto
Turn the mic on, create another song
Create impressions making hits like Barry Bonds
Lows and Highs treat them all the same
Money power fame we adore
We all just wanna make a name
Lows and Highs
Lows and Highs treat them all the same
Money power fame we adore
We all just wanna make a name
Lows and Highs
Truth is the fruits of your labor aren't consumed when the food is ripe
But when the timings right
Seeds get planted and it takes many nights for all things to reach its true height
So even when the light gets dim despite hours asking on a limb
There's power in the sour fruits produced
Cause even the worst works create
Beauty in the Booth
From the concrete rose a rose
From the mud cornerstone to owning a home
Remember when the black wouldn't lean a loan
Now they handing money like feens who got it off the stove
And I ain't playing with you niggas
No I ain't playing with you hoes
Got a hundred bands in my pocket
Better go wipe your nose
And I ain't playing with you niggas
No I ain't playing with you hoes
Got a hundred bands in my pocket
Better go paint your toes