Chief Rocka

[Verse 1: Xtatic]

I'm coming at you live with some fucking raw shit

These lyrics so deadly, it's fucking toxic

Nigga, watch me lift off, I'm a fucking rocket

But this for boys who in streets so chaotic

Thugs who still carry they dead sister's locket

They deathbed counting seconds, tick-tock it

Got no money, they park, but can't talk ticket

Before guns blasted, these nights you couldn't hear a cricket

You die from hunger or die from guns, you pick it

Blacks kill blacks and whites kill blacks, so we picket

Hard-knock life for a nigga, streets are fucking ruthless

You get murdered by the same people that you goof with

People you shoot with, no guns, talking hoop with

But we stay up 'cuz we can't live fucking roofless

I'mma keep it real, still I got no fucking chill

I'm far from the run-of-the-mill with this skill

Rapping is a thrill, rapping still is the main drill

I keep it trill, I don't even got a dollar bill

Since I battled Will, we flamed, we roasted, we grilled

But I matured, I've been 'bout talking black free will

I don't listen, I'm like that kid Icarus

I ain't after that girl, but she want my liquorice

I'll smoke a zip, but I won't drink nothing liquor-ish

And a so-called squad these days talk gibberish

The day I rise from the streets will be a shocka

I stop anyone in my way, I'd be a damn good blocka

I ain't satisfied with just being a big talka

I want the crowd screaming I'm the one Chief Rocka

 

[Hook x8]

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

 

[Verse 2: Xtatic]

They claim banana clips when they banana split

Put the semi to my brain, leave me inanimate

Struggle is real, so I'm rapping Santa's gift

No struggling kid buys clothes for the brand of it

What they want me to do here, something like rule?

I'm a black motherfucker in a fucking white school

Racist bitches saying racist shit, I'm just like cool

I'm the chief of the beat, rapping is the right tool

Treated like a tool by certain thug wanna-bes

I'm the only one who know what money means

I learned from a lack of some fresh twenty-threes

That jacket cold in the cold, but do you wanna freeze

Skip Keef and them other brothers tryna cause me grief

Watch all them cats get flattened when they try to beef

They should know better, I put the Rocka in the chief

Swiping shit like a MetroCard, I'm the master thief

The only real homies there would steal beats for you

Go to jail for you and take broken feets for you

I don't give a fuck if my tweets bore you

I painted out the North Minneapolis streets for you

Stopping brawls, they should call me Hood's One Sheath

I could rap forever, I think this rap is one brief

I'll be a real MC even when I got none teeth

I want everyone know I'm the one Chief...

 

[Hook 2]

 

[Verse 3: Xtatic]

All these rich kids going that makes no sense

They don't know the hood trill, how y'all so dense

See America don't care about us, so hence

All the blacks on this side ain't even got no cents

That's how an anarchy shows in a democracy

And it goes to show that this is an autocracy

Spitting intellectual shit, the only in the sea

Other rappers always talkin' 'bout Hennessy

Ain't nobody in this nation in the right mind

They brain ain't where it need to be like mine

Loaded ass kids can't do something like grind

All these hoodrats wanna do is drink fine wine

That's how it is, like what 'chu even expect

They ain't real, they false-claiming for respect

Northside boys pretendin' to be some suspect

That's what happens to a victim of child neglect

Everybody going crazier than Albert Walker

That's what you heard from the one Chief Rocka