Chilling

Chillin' on the streets, tryin' not ta catcha felony, I'd rather catch a beat

But everywhere I go seems trouble follows me

But if you feel like I feel lil homie follow me

But this bish wants battle so blood it gotta be

Sorry homeboy but that's how it gotta be

Yeah, that's how it gotta be...

 

Look

I kill MCs before I even hear the beat drop

I smoke MCs like kush in the sweet spot

You been cold homie, me - me I'm still hot

Whether I'm travelin the world or posted in this same spot

You been got, you have not, I'm dro though, you just pot

I'm Patron right, you barely even Cuervo

I can get you mugged, just gotta give the say so

Your girl keep callin even though I said no ho

Say she want a real man, but I ain't really feelin in

Still chillin' on this beat, ina minute I be killin it

First I letcha build heat, then I be spillin it:

Guts, brains, lives, dames

I live for the glory, you died for the fame

I burn you in flames, my flow go insane, from membrane to end game, your flow way too tame

Please step off my level, you can't catch my game

I make bishes tremble, you make 'em complain

I never stopped ballin', like LeBron James

Like Jordan Micheal, it's the kill rapper cycle

I kill rappers wash rappers rinse and recycle

Bangin' on your head like I'm bangin on the beat, like I'm slangin' on the street

So your ish you can keep, cuz your goin' is weak