Chillin

Got a hundred problems gotta minus 1 And my clock just climaxed, the time has come Fuck with me? Well come get some Only grab a pen with a Midas touch Go stupid, go dumb, go ignorant Boy I ride the short bus with my penmanship And I'm done bein nice man it's time to move on Cause to me a fake smile should be frowned upon So get the extinguisher Can't handle the fire Get the rookies and the vets I'll have em all retire Boy I'm just kidding this is called the game But a lotta sore losers wanna try to play Always getting lit, getting baked like a cake That's some hoe shit, dawg stick to the rakes GOD DAMN See hold up real quick see what I'm hearing You ball for your block? But you wear hoop earrings Not gonna fear it, not judging on appearance But they selling out your style like the shit was on clearance Trend setter? OH! I was cool in high school But after graduation these pants feel loose Now Im just a dumbass But I do know this, They not eating good, Not claiming what they say to be They too farfetched, like hail marys, and your gonna need a referee See everything I say I mean with passion Feed my ego? I want a reaction? Play me out, like a big bad villian But my Boy I'm just chillin I'm just chillin I'm just chillin I'M JUST CHILLIN He's an asshole Oh really now See my behind always smelly talking shit behind my back But since you're already there might as well take some stabs Boy I'm sick of bitches,wheres the fix They wildin out, their Cannon's nick Was my dog, was my peoples Uthanized you, with a dirty needle They broke the piece, now it dont clique Just thank me later, if its over bitch I understand, Ill leave the subject The lab is done, my theories correct Thought this through, every aspect We both in the wrong, no respect But do this again, and I'll go off And it won't be a warning, start throwing shots On the rocks, intoxicated Go fuck yourself, master bated You know me, no temper for a conflict Stuck out my neck, but I'm done playing ostrich We were going top, good luck at the bottom Go nuts like D just yelling I GOT EM Well look back one day When you see it, some day Or maybe never Oops, woe is me No fake smiles or appologies No no no sir not for me Old self died, so its rest in peace Early in the year switching minors to majors The beef is so thick, and you using dull razors How hard is the labor, to play off a player I played as a waiter, you tipped me a stranger The flow is Matt Lauer, cause where the hell is it Its back to the album, these conflicts are sissy Back to my GOOD FRIENDS, Back to my TRUE friends Back to the only ones who I can actually fuck with