Ill'in

[Produced by The Alchemist]

[Chorus: Jeezy]

So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick

What the fuck you think I'm doing right now?

I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on

Everything's cool, no pressure, I'm chillin'

Make them pussies sick, have em caught up in they feelin's

I be illin', illin', illin', illin'

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

I'm the type to boast, I'm the type to brag

I'm the type of nigga play a game of chess on his bag

Full 17 blow your chest out ya ass

Leave him on the concrete like the nigga working abs

The way I work that work out, call me a trainer

Throw that water right off the top, who needs a strainer?

Brandon told me don't bother with forks, I use a hater

Then I let him sit out and air dry; who needs a hanger?

Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday

Let them bitches fly out the yard, call it a runway

Call me sensei: Jeezy Miyagi

Got a old school whip game: call it Atari

Got some redbones to go out to Phoenix, get that Amare