[Lyric] Case Closed (Malcolm Trill)

Hook:
I paint pics
They ain’t show
They say shit
I make quotes
I make hits
All KOs
They can’t knit
But Trill got the game sewed
(Case closed)
They don’t do it like Trill
Too hard like steel
I done made it Mike Will

Verse 1:
Look I been saucing a lil
Was it all for a mill (meal)
Or did a nigga go and trip and lose it all in a spiel (spill)
You did it all for the deal
I did it all for the thrill
You never saw the appeal
‘less it was involving the bills
Trill been surrounded by green like I was lost in a field
Now when I take steps, I ascend like I’m walking up hill
First it rains, then it pours, praying for the еnd of war cause I been walking around with both the cross and the shiеld
Its heavy on the heart, the harder it gets, the softer it feels
But nowadays the only feeling caught is a chill
Feel like I'm going in these circles like I’m a caught in a wheel
Maybe it’s best, that I rest, or take caution and yield
I got to slow it down
Cause I’m who the folks surround
Cause I am the hope they found
The most renowned
That holds the crown
I know I’m getting repetitive
But I would’ve never lived
If I ain’t take a few stabs at it like I came with several shivs
Hook:
I paint pics
They ain’t show
They say shit
I make quotes
I make hits
All KOs
They can’t knit
But Trill got the game sewed
(Case closed)
They don’t do it like
You, you, you
Like you, you, you
Like you

Verse 2:
They ain’t it
They can’t knit
But trill got the game sewed
Case closed
You ain’t got the jurisdiction
Niggas telling stories I promise you that it’s purely fiction
With a blurry vision
It gets hard to see, still I got to find my way around like a tourist visit
Like I’m out in Europe with it
Think it through
See the proof
No more premature decisions
Meanwhile I’m just chilling, lounging
Trill who these chicks is hounding
Ask for my government so they can mispronounce it
I swear it gets astounding
This a power circle so you know my clique is rounded
Well rounded
‘bout to set the game on fire, watch me meltdown shit
Teaching niggas lessons ‘til I hear them bells sounding
Then it’s time for dismissal
I’m about to blow, and I ain’t talking about using a whistle
Or a missile
I know this’ll
Leave 'em blissful
Like I’m aiming with a pistol
I’m a take my shot
Clean up the mess like I got a Bissell
Bridge:
I paint a masterpiece
Chilling with the baddest freaks
Niggas see I’m balling, now they chasing trying to tackle me
School of hard knocks, you just a student I’m the faculty
I made it to the stage while you watching from the balcony
(Sheesh)