Chill Lyrics

Just a great time to relax, what's happening

Taking all these rappers, throwing them in a trash can

On the track I go bat shit like Ben Affleck You're asking to borrow a napkin to wipe all

the crap in your rap Put it back on the rack, I snap like a mad titan

Bet your ass that my shit slaps, I attract

fear like a magnet Here let me show you what happens

When another guy flutters by like a butterfly In the summertime, trying to take my spot

They're gonna die, cause unless they can somehow justify their actions

I'ma knock em back in the last week, call a taxi and strap em in the backseat

Tell the driver hit the gasoline, yes sir I'm breaking out like acne

The flow dumber than a mother that's anti-vaccine What are you mad for

You know you asked for it All of the games you playin' are topping the charts on the app store

With every bar I'm raising it and expanding

my entire platform I'm out of this world from another planet

I might need a passport I'm open, you're closed

Wearing you out like clothes Sayonara, adios

Still heating up, you're froze I can still smell your shit without a nose

Damn, how far do I gotta go To get this shit through your skull

Y'all are always at my neck, show me some respect

Keep yourself in check and get off my dick

Y'all need to chill

Y'all need to chill Ain't nobody is ill

I'm just keeping it real Fuck how you feel

Fuck how you feel This ain't a drill

You know the deal

Man, I need a chair to sit down in

I need to start lounging, not clowning around And I'm definitely not frowning

The way I live now, man, it don't got me down I mean, how great is thou art

Got off to a great start, you get beat like a heart And you're falling apart, but you

still Ain't learned your lesson, my life a blessing

Need to chill Lyrics so clear you could read them in Braille

Stood behind my bars and broke out of jail But just to flex on them, I still paid bail

I really do enjoy the view from the top Maybe I'll send a postcard in the mail

Orange you glad my music has appeal The way I mix it up, it looks like a trail

I'm raising the bar up to a new scale Ain't been a smith with this much will

Now this is a story all about how this one kid grew up around the wrong crowd

With a stiff upper lip and a mouth so foul Should've been raised by wolves in the wild

Cause now he's out on the prowl every day Patiently waiting for the next prey

With a mindset knowing that he can't be tamed That's how he became the king of the rap game

Bitch, chill Y'all need to chill

Ain't nobody is ill I'm just keeping it real

Fuck how you feel Fuck how you feel

This ain't a drill You know the deal

Yeah, I'm living the life Sharp like a knife

Future is bright like a light And I am taking flight

You darker than the night I need you out of sight

And you never seem right, you are wrong

Opposite of this song

I've been sitting too long I should stand but I never stand corrected

I checked it ten times to make sure that it rhymes

I spit like enzymes Make sense like a dime

Committed no crimes, but I'm still the most wanted at shows

It shows You know I'm a pro

My shows they blow up I see you I throw up

And you getting no love You will never go up

Uh, how do you see precisely When you're going down the street with no vision

How do you get up in the morning when you suck And you're getting cut like an incision

Why do you got a voice when it don't make any noise And you ain't got a choice, no decision

You say you're at the top of the standings

That may be true, I'm in my own division

Y'all need to chill

Y'all need to chill

I'm just keeping it real

Fuck how you feel, bitch