Nothin’ Really Just Chillin’ Devin The Dude

[Verse 1]
I'm not in my right mind and it's nighttime
Higher than a Georgia pine, but it's time to write rhymes
Shoot 'em through the pipeline to your partners in the public
Hopin' that they love it, fuck it if it has no subject
But some act like Uncle Ruckus, don't want niggas havin' nothin'
Like the only thing we like is fightin', shootin', stabbin', cuttin'
No, I have no nine-to-five, but I rap and sing at least
Now I cop a box of chicken, used to get a wing a piece
"Do you want your cornbread?" Man, you better go on 'head
Aw, mane, anyone you can call? "Shit, my phone dead"
Tone said in '89, time to do the wild thing
I'll slang cow brain and serve it with chow mein
Cloudrains, I mean rainclouds over my head
What the fuck? Don't even know what I said
I'm just trippin', rappin', tippin', tappin'
Sippin', laughin', let me get that, bae, what's happenin'?

[Chorus]
What you doin', nigga? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'
What you doin'? Nothin' really, just chillin'