Lyrics:
now I'm just chilling
Yea man, I'm just chilling
Yo yo yo we just chilling
Yo yo yo we just chilling
I don't do enough chilling so now I'm just chilling
and balancin'
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'til it's no longer a factor
Murder the murder the game, kill it
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
pack'n toolies and it's:
[Vamp:]
Right by my side, there through the night
I'm a felon in your eyes, how they make
Me out, to look, sparks my drive ‘cus
no
Make my own dough, what I need one fo'?
All I want to do is see dollars on the flo'
I'm a do it like a +Destiny+ ho, "Independent"
While I
Gotta get em
Here's an ism
Pacifism
My minds my prison
A cloudy prism
Partly pristine
Muddied
By the obscene
Still making a scene
Strange to think
building bridges
I'm kicking spots in white picket fences
Pop pop pop
Terrifying like a nigga stopped by 3 white cops
"Sir, my windows are down so you need
But now he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
It's easy for friends to say let him go
But I'm
Usanga Free One
My chiro just gave me some hydro
The shit was so major not micro
I'm no more poppin them XO's
Felt like the pain was a cycle
Feeling
of their own blood
Show up with heavy metal let the bodies hit the flo
I'm nice around the mic yeah I'm Scotty with the nose Pippen
Am I trying to be
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
it, I'll steal yo bitch like I'm Rondo
Nasty bitch, she gon' get me top, on the top flo
Got yo bitch belcony bend, on the top floor
Yeah, I do this
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
Flo Milli shit
(I want the cash like Diego)
(BankRollGotIt)
Uh
Fresh out, I hopped out the bed, turned my swag on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm
ready to end it yet
I'm 24 years old, I ain't even beginned it yet
I just started having money, I ain't got a chance to spend it yet
I want to be
All by myself, I need help, will you help me
I'm not me, I'm not I, I'm not self
Control me
This is the old me
The painful, I'm sorry
The shameful,
the cold
Once celebrated, to bring warmth dashy joys
Now it's all about the presents, flashy toys
The true meaning faded, love chased away
By status
formed
My prism is shimmering glistening I'm giving off
A ray of light, ironic 'cause my name comes from the dark
I am the spawn of the sin of my pops,
But now he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
It's easy for friends to say let him go
But I'm
to sleep
Cause my thoughts are always haunting my conscience
I'm in a prism, not a prison
A vision that was twisted by my kin when I was little
Now if life's
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
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