Just Chill (feat. Beanie Sigel, Bun B & Kobe)

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here, these streets are so greazy

That's why I get high, I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Screaming out, fuck the world

My baba mama dripping, my son needs Pampers

I'm schizin' for a cigarette

My lungs need the cancer

My liver's asking where the liquor's at

And more money more problems is the anthem

Sing along if you know this song

An ex con turned good forced to turn back hood

Turned loose to a world no good

Every application rejected 'cause of his record

And I done seen this movie to the credits

Livin' in this ghetto with oppression

High blood pressure, stressin'

High gas prices, searching for a high to suppress it

Some people turn to the church in search of hope

Looking for that ribbon in the sky

But it's a chair and a rope for most who can't cope

And a note when their last tears cry, goodbye

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here, these streets are so greazy

That's why I get high, I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Screaming out, fuck the world

Man, I'm sick of the lies they keep telling me

The bullshit propaganda that they sellin' me

I just caught another felony and mama saying

This time it's all on me

She ain't bailing me out

No money for a lawyer so I'm stuck with a PD

Rapping on the side with a CD

I keep asking him, how does my case look?

All he does is tweet and update his Facebook

I had a fight last night on a tear

Gave me six more months, I'm looking at a year

Say he want revenge, I'ma show no fear

Don't make me have to earn another tattoo tear

Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

Because these four walls got me going crazy

My Shawty 'bout to have my baby

So me, I gotta get it, no if, ands, or maybes

So fuck the world

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here, these streets are so greazy

That's why I get high, I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Screaming out, fuck the world

The game different, these young bucks got it twisted

All this snitching, I can't get with it

I done seen dudes sell wit illicit

They hug they kids and kiss they wife on a visit

These young chickens out here bumpin' kittens

Male teens in skinny jeans, they out here switching

Mic check missing, the glove glisten

The moonwalk, Thriller theme, the jacket, a hundred zippers

The Earth shifting, the Earth speaking

Earthquakes in China

Tsunami in Cali driftin'

I'm trying to circle the cop but cry and kiss it

If you believe all you can be then why enlist it?

All you D's in foreign land without permission

Open your eyes, your ears, people, listen

The last days is here, dog, the time is ticking

Until judgement day clear, I'ma just

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here, these streets are so greasy

That's why I get high, I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Doing 'bout a hundred in the fast lane, windows wide open

Screaming out fuck the world