Lyrics:
take the world by storm
Sky blessed, the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B R double-O K-lyn in the planet
Family
Buddha until my eyes are crossed
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all, it's all I have
Money by
Im so wavy
Go and get ya surfboard
That’s my baby
Hotter than the Devil
God done praised me
By filling up my schedule
She said come take me
I said
Cosmic, on it
Causing chronic
Concoctions, cautions
Caught slacking in a cycle
Carnage
Ah, what is that?
Cosmic, on it
Causing chronic
Concoctions,
Is it Covid? Or is it Chronic cough?
Cause I'm getting lit like a fucking boss
I was burning these trees on the way here
You heard me cough but have
Woaaaah!
Dumb shit who can’t talk
Need a gun cause the brain
Can’t change the terrain
Trained by a government chain
Makin’ it rain in the club
That goes
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
As my Daytons spin low rider sitting low
Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims
Rag top 6-4 Hsenny in the passenger side
Smoking chronic
As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic
(yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna smoke this weed (smoke this weed)
I spend all my life intoxicated (intoxicated)
And the chronic on deck (on deck)
'Til my
mogę
A ty śnij gdy próbuję spać
Będę czuwał by nie budził Ciebie świat
A ty śpij gdy ja nie mogę
Muszę chronić Cię od zła
Niech się przyśnię dzisiaj
Salvador Sanchez arrived and vanished
Only twenty-three with so much speed
Owning the highway
Mexico City bred so many
But none quite like him
Salvador Sanchez arrived and vanished
Only twenty-three with so much speed
Owning the highway
Mexico City bred so many
But none quite like
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feeling alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now that I'm
a singles gettin tossed
Angels fallin from the roof
I'm surrounded by the smoke
Yo lady trying to drop it on a player cuz I'm wavy
Chronic in my coat I got
It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang and I'm
Fucking with the chronic cause the
Chronic give me dopeness
Center of the camera focus
Once the car
Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark
And blaze a whole zone
Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa
I'm thinkin' bout stressful times
The world is gettin'
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
match, so both come into this game full of confidence and fire!
The coin toss is won by the Tornados and they have chosen to receive.
We get underway
to do... was take a chill pill
Now, some of my friends are pretty fun guys, some of them dosie-doe
Ms. Mary by my waist, a brew-ha cuz I'm thirsty, bro
in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these
Sound a play, gun play
Tune a beat, grain a beat
Chronic inna mi vein a dweet
Guinness inna mi brain a dweet
Gyal a come, main a dweet
Feds a come,
can't fuck with me or chronic SHNXMAN makin waves
No need to prove myself
Just out for nudes and wealth yah
That bitch be rude as hell you can tell
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