Chaos ft. Shaquille O'Neal Lyrics

Chaos ft. Shaquille O'Neal - GAWNE

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What up, Diesel?

I been in the trenches, haters in my mentions

Really in the field, you was on the benches

On the court with Shaq in the center

Go together like The Avengers

But I remember days when I was lil

Mama couldn’t pay her bills, so I’d train my skills

It was all a dream until shit got real

Rapping with Shaquille O’Neal

Quit now no I rather not

I done came too far to go back to rock bottom

With hand-me-down clothes

My family got, a pan or pot to piss

We ain’t have a lot but I’ll be damned if I’m a laughing stock

Had to elеvate above it like an astronaut

But wе ain’t blasting off no, I’ll blast the Glock

And leave a hole in your apple like a Macintosh

Catch a body with the pen, gotta be a sin

Even God must’ve wanted me to win, when the odds were slim

Hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me

I’m probably the hottest in the ring

Ding Ding

What’s your best shot? Took it on the chin

There’s no men alive, on my level better get in line

Bet I grind many times more when I’m energized

99 percent of everybody getting genocide

For real though, the ill flows

I killed those, far as skill goes

I’ma savage deal blows, I willed my way up the ladder

Real close to the gold, but I gotta slay the dragon

Bilbo like Baggins, I cackle and laugh inhale smoke

Relax and takes notes, the goat is now back

With a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls

Thanos 'bout to go snap and take souls, case closed

Ripping a rap I go demented

Like oh no flow is so cold that it froze December

A co-defendant, I’ve come to go hit a home run

In the bottom of the 9th, 'bout to hold the pennant

But somedays, feel I gotta quit

When anxiety is something that I jostle with

The monster is, inside a sarcophagus

In the pit of my stomach and esophagus

I YELL!

I live on the edge, I'm not scared of these heights

Close to the ledge, think that I might

Fall and be dead by the end of the night

But this is the greatest I felt in my life, right

Heart of the fight

This is the part that I like as I lay on the mic

'Til the fire and flames then ignite and I'm hyped

'Cause the mayhem and chaos excites

Spit flames motherfucker insane

Got disdain, so quit playin’

Bitch I’m Rick James, when I spit a flow

I leave this shit in critical, may seem

That y’ll are more fake than a titty with saline

I used to day dream, on the train at eighteen

It made me go put out a videotape because

We was hoping that my city would rate thee

A-team

But instead these idiots hate me

Found rap and I gave it a whirl

Middle finger aimed at the world world

Sipping on moscato til’ the bottom of the bottle

Feelin’ hollow cause I got a lot of haters and it’s making me hurl

Sick of y’all always starting shit

You could push me up until my hard limit

Yeah but after that it ain’t just an argument

You getting Spartan kicked into a dark abyss