[Intro: ChillinIt]
Hahahahahahaha
Hahahahahahaha
Oh, fuck 'em, bro
Argh, energy
Argh, energy
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Argh, oos! Dropped ya
Shutdown sets, no voice like Lockyer
Still old school with a old school Nokia
Flip the old bars, that'll old school rocks ya
Bitch, keep bouncin'
Andre, brother, the levels are 3000
Marvin Gaye, my brother, I see mountains
They pass me J's, my brother, I need ounces (Argh)
Still fuck hoes on lounges
I puff smoke, get rowdy
Then leave your hotel, fucked up, lookin' all cloudy
You don't know fuck all about me (Fuck off)
Spit like Biggie, get ripped like billies
Tell your bitch to fuck off, get flicked like ciggies
She was all online, tryna get on mine
When I don't reply, well, the bitch gets silly
That's fame though, the raps are fierce
You'll get smacked out the back of the atmosphere
I feel numb to the fact that I lost my son (Fuck)
I can't take back the years (Argh)
Life's a bitch, so we drugged the slut
There's no trust, shit fucks me up
My own mates pull blades for a hundred bucks
And then lie to my face like, "I love you cunts", fuck
See, I bleed from the heart
Don't cross me, cat, 'cause I see through darkness (Argh)
Watch my back for the ones that don't watch my back
For those ones, that's the easiest targets
I'ma bust, bust, bust when the bar spit
I'm a cunt, cunt, cunt of an artist
"Chill, your style is too tech, bro"
Nah, cuz, you're just fuckin' retarded
I won't stop 'til my money gets square
Then make me triangles to get full circle
With more sides than an octagon
I rocks the bong, the smoke I blow, that's full purple
(Cssh, cssh) Sesh on trees
Bruddas, I got sauce like Szechuan beef
Wrecked on beats from the West to East
Just rest in peace, your body gets left on streets
Bassline jump, got a waistline bump
The waistline could break mines, Blake might jump
The brake lights could break and the train might bump
But Blake could ride waves like a Great White does
How you do that? You should love me
I'm on the mic, cuz, I get ugly
It's a hype one, you can suck me
Do I look like I give a fuck, G?
Hahahahahahaha
Hahahahahahaha
Oh, fuck 'em, bro
Argh, energy
Argh, energy
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Argh, oos! Dropped ya
Shutdown sets, no voice like Lockyer
Still old school with a old school Nokia
Flip the old bars, that'll old school rocks ya
Bitch, keep bouncin'
Andre, brother, the levels are 3000
Marvin Gaye, my brother, I see mountains
They pass me J's, my brother, I need ounces (Argh)
Still fuck hoes on lounges
I puff smoke, get rowdy
Then leave your hotel, fucked up, lookin' all cloudy
You don't know fuck all about me (Fuck off)
Spit like Biggie, get ripped like billies
Tell your bitch to fuck off, get flicked like ciggies
She was all online, tryna get on mine
When I don't reply, well, the bitch gets silly
That's fame though, the raps are fierce
You'll get smacked out the back of the atmosphere
I feel numb to the fact that I lost my son (Fuck)
I can't take back the years (Argh)
Life's a bitch, so we drugged the slut
There's no trust, shit fucks me up
My own mates pull blades for a hundred bucks
And then lie to my face like, "I love you cunts", fuck
See, I bleed from the heart
Don't cross me, cat, 'cause I see through darkness (Argh)
Watch my back for the ones that don't watch my back
For those ones, that's the easiest targets
I'ma bust, bust, bust when the bar spit
I'm a cunt, cunt, cunt of an artist
"Chill, your style is too tech, bro"
Nah, cuz, you're just fuckin' retarded
I won't stop 'til my money gets square
Then make me triangles to get full circle
With more sides than an octagon
I rocks the bong, the smoke I blow, that's full purple
(Cssh, cssh) Sesh on trees
Bruddas, I got sauce like Szechuan beef
Wrecked on beats from the West to East
Just rest in peace, your body gets left on streets
Bassline jump, got a waistline bump
The waistline could break mines, Blake might jump
The brake lights could break and the train might bump
But Blake could ride waves like a Great White does
How you do that? You should love me
I'm on the mic, cuz, I get ugly
It's a hype one, you can suck me
Do I look like I give a fuck, G?
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