Lyrics

Big Chill, what up? We back, ****. And it's up
Ayy, look. Ayy, say gotamn, we gon' hit y'all **** in the head with this one. Sippin' brown, countin' bread on this one
Daygo fitted like a crown on my head, it glisten. Pray they free all of my brothers out the feds, we miss em'
Came a ways, man, I will not neglect the mission. Makin' moves in dead silence, dark shades with a vision
I done got my chains up, throwin' cheese I'm pitchin'. And to get it by yourself, man, it hit so different
Henny XO, one large cube, and I need it straight. The oysters, they came chilled, my chick, she ordered filet
And I'm choppin' up with my dog, 'bout family and real estate. Still new and learnin' the game, so he gon' get me the play
And if I told him all I got, man, I swear they wouldn't believe it. Ain't gon' see me in the mix, that shit below my per diem,
Crocs on in first class, hot towels from the stewardess, had to take a look around, cause I ain't know what to do with it
Just a South Bay baby at heart straight outta Chula. Hot Cheetos, Rolled Tacos, and shit, chasin' the mula
Friday night at Castle Park, probably go for 200 rushing, Same night I'm out runnin' police when they raid the function
And they don't tell us that the way that we grow up be so traumatic, It'll make the hardest **** break down like he doin' fractions
And nah, we ain't in to actin', but still be about that action, Really live it, ain't no fiction, and **** is Sam Jackson
I witnessed people act a way when they 'round me, then backtrack it, cold part is I can see the shit even before it happen
Anytime I showed em love, I never asked em for the payback, Know better than to think that **** might reciprocate that, huh?
But never trippin', I just roll with it, though, they wanna see you winning til you on that podium though
And I'ma stand up on that bitch, with my fist up high, then blow my lil' pre-roll to the sky, just somethin' slight
I won't complain about a thang, I'm really chill and relaxin', but dawg, I'm sick to my stomach how much I just paid in taxes
Gotta thank God I had it, so really, it's all good. I'm in the Burbs, still coppin' white T's in the hood
I had to learn to manifest a lot of shit, it wasn't overnight. Whole lotta doubt on all them cold South Dakota nights
Was never really sure when they would ask me what I want in life, but one thing was for sure, my ****, I knew it was more than life
That's full circle, that negative shit, I curve it. Built for this shit, I never get nervous, cause I deserve it
Back in this bitch, I know that you waited, and now I'm servin',
I'm still a killa, I'm feelin' like Irv, and this shit is murder, dawg
Ain't too many that done this shit the way that I do, A dope **** that never trapped out, just stayed in school, and never into the bullshit that they cater to
Makin' plays, never breakin' stride, we just breakin' rules, ****
Look, makin' plays, never breakin' stride, we just breakin' rules, ****
Written by: Raymond Blossom
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