Prod by: https://soundcloud.com/cyberzillla

WIZARD IN THE SAUCE

“WIZARD” by Kodeilly, production - https://soundcloud.com/cyberzillla

Lyrics:

You can call me however you want to
Offline all night all day all fine all life
Yeah
That's what I like 

I gonna be what I wanna be
Remember me - bad kid illy
One question:
 - What u did to be G? 

Monday or Sunday - does not matter
Work, mate
Money - we need 'em to achieve our dreams,
Mate 

Jump to the next level then another one 
Motivate people which are all around
I got no mission it's a childhood ambition

This Flow - delicious
Why do yall love me? 
Too-too-too-too-too

Too many issues I have
You don’t know me
But from now on 
You know I do rap 
(yeah I do rap)

How many flows? 
Too many 
Yeah I got them all 
Do you understand me?
Do you? 

Flowin I'm ballin'
Rhymin
You can call me "poet"

Rhythm got me doped up x2
I love the bass and big bucks

Don"t need that Visa
I travel like a wizard
Listen to my tracks 
So with royalties, I'll flex
A little 

Yeah just a little 
Busy man, facts 
I don't love cats 
Dogs
are better, facts
Time to press the pedal
Yeah the gas pedal
….
Listen to the illy
70 apt
Flow like a TT 
Obg in WaWa
Grind for guala

WIZARD

“SAUCE” by Kodeilly, production - @cyberzillla

Lyrics:

We gonna blow this shit, книга!

X2
If u wanna punch me bitch
I gonna punch u first
Sippin sippin' sippin' sippin' 
bitch im sippin' sauce!

Rappers through the years are getting getting getting worst!
Psycho crazy Kodeilly what the fuck you want?!

Trap house in my soul
Never get enough of it 
Cozy, but I also like rock-n-roll and shit
Don't stare at me I don't like you if you don't like me
Don't try to shoot, bulletproof, smoking nicotine. 

Rolling rolling rollin!

X2
Still a basic kid but I know how to hustle 
Still a basic kid but I hustle I hustle 

…
Still a basic kid but my life like a GTA
Still a basic kid but I play like it's NBA

SAUCE

Lyrics:

Fake friends, fake money, fake house, that you call home
Fake things that you're staying for...
Fake grind, fake tired, fake lines, fake gun, fake drugs, fake Rollies 
Fake gang, fake bang, fake gang bang 
Fake rap, fake love, fake sex, fake flow with a fucking fake lyrics 
Fake rappers with a fucking fake image I'm fucking tired of this shit, I'M OUT.
You're fucking stupid, that's why you're down for it, hoe.
Why you down for it? 

Fuck them, fuck you, fuck me too 
Fuck the world, fuck peace, fuck green moves
Fuck friends, fuck opps, fuck dummies 
Fuck weed, fuck clubs, fuck smarties...
Fuck wine, fuck coffee, fuck tea Fuck the word "fuck," fuck the feeling That I'm stuck 
Fuck hoes, fuck beauty, fuck norms 
Fuck Lucifer, fuck God, fuck the Bible 
Fuck hate, fuck positive, fuck the vibe 
Fuck life, fuck music, fuck the mic 
Fuck "the end," fuck the "need for survival"

Record my music not for the fame 
You'll never get what I talk about, you're lame.
All your shitty music, go pray to get paid 
I only do music when I have something to say
I'll never sign a deal, I'm good on my own 
Labels, suck a duck, I'm in love with my freedom 
Even if I be^ broke and alone, something inside
will keep me writing these songs, writing these songs. 

Fake friends, fake money, fake house that you call home
Fake things that you're staying for 
Fake grind, fake tired, fake lines Fake gun, fake drugs, fake Rollies 
Fake gang, fake bang, fake gang bang 
Fake rap, fake love, fake sex Fake flow with a fucking fake lyrics 
Fake rappers with a fucking fake image.