[Intro: *Ice Cube sample* & Illmac]

“If you stay ready you ain’t got to get ready”

Alright, yah

[Verse 1: Illmac]

It’s fuck the world no apologizing

I take my problems and I monetize ‘em (moola)

They take they problems and they dramatize ‘em

Acting crazy for the Oscar, y’all are wilding

I’m more Oscar Wilde I’m a author writing thoughts I’m hiding that harbor violence like kamikaze pilots on Hawaiian islands

Toast to Bender tip a bottle sideways mobbing in that Caddy gang paddywagon ‘gang gang’ tatted on my skin, we about that action

It ain’t what you make, it’s how you spend it

Rappers’ heads on my chain, that’s my new pendant

I’m too vivid my coupe tinted like ‘who’s in it?’

Made your city mine as soon as I flew in it

My own wave I’m swimming like Mac Miller, who raps iller?

I wonder like Jack Thriller

God’s hand I’m Metatron, homie told me that I’m top six

Shit, got me tryna kill like you dead and gone

[Chorus: Illmac]

You can bring the bullshit, homie that’s a throwaway

You can have my old bitch, homie that’s a throwaway

I been on my own dick, tell these hoes go away

I been on my cold shit, I been on my O’Shea

Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé

Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays

If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age

Can’t hate the drive bitch, miss me with the road rage

Ooh, I been on my O’Shea

[Verse 2: Illmac]

I’m a flight risk fuck it I did it

Mile-high club, fuck and make up for the time difference

If you focus on bread then you a’ight wit’ us

‘Til then play ya’ position, they feel like side bitches (woah)

Only riding for ‘em if they ride with us (Kult)

Pass on ‘em like twerk vids from white bitches

That ain’t my bidness

Sipping Henny chasing Pure White with the Priv’ ooh, call it ‘white privilege’

For some hating is like breathing air (breathing air)

Giving their opinions ‘cause it’s free to share (hater)

Speak on my potential never reaching theirs (reaching theirs)

Yeah I tell ‘em when you find it then I’ll meet you there (later)

Thoroughbred yeah my breed is rare

Dressed in all black the Reaper come and I’ll be prepared

What they mad at?

I really rap rap

What you think was in this backpack, blat blat

[Chorus: Illmac]

You can bring the bullshit, homie that’s a throwaway

You can have my old bitch, homie that’s a throwaway

I been on my own dick, tell these hoes go away

I been on my cold shit, I been on my O’Shea

Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé

Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays

If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age

Can’t hate the drive bitch, miss me with the road rage

Ooh, I been on my O’Shea

[Verse 3: Illmac]

I know, I know, I know, I’m on my own vibe

I been on theirs but I’m, out of my own mind

Got my head flipping like Voltron, hold up woah now

All I know’s minding my bidness, I’m a gold mine

The, goat no cosign no lie oh my I know

They so jealous but won’t better they own grind

No one close I’m in a class of my own, shows why

I consider ya’ top five my alone time

Don’t let ya’ cause of death be ya’ own pride

Take my name in vain and my, blood is the cold kind

Dope lines coke high nose wide open I

Pull out a four-five and that shit look like a blow-dry

I shoot it both-handed

Blam at ya’ soul vanishing

Don’t stop ‘til the whole planet is Kult-branded

The, flow go from cold killer to hopeless romantic

Hoe magnet, it cover the whole gamut, Ill

[Chorus: Illmac]

You can bring the bullshit, homie that’s a throwaway

You can have my old bitch, homie that’s a throwaway

I been on my own dick, tell these hoes go away

I been on my cold shit, I been on my O’Shea

Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé

Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays

If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age

Can’t hate the drive bitch, miss me with the road rage

Ooh, I been on my O’Shea