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Chicken
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Chicken was released on October 2, 2015 by Fly America as a part of the album Numb
AlbumNumb
October 2, 2015
LabelFly America
LanguageEnglish
BPM92
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

I'm a real deep thinker, you know?
Sometimes it don't even be about nothing serious, just
I'm just real observant
And I notice
Why do you **** be hatin', man?
Baby mama's trippin' 'cause I'm on a mission
**** on the grind tryna hustle for the chicken
I ain't really trippin', dawg, I'm with it if you with it
Man, I ain't worried 'bout a hater in a minute
Take it to the limit, I mean, why not?
I really had to earn everything I got
Look back at 'em and I'm sayin' bye-bye
Laughin' at these **** like, "Ha ha"
Why you worshippin' money? What's close to a ****?
All hooks, no bars, I'm exposin' you ****
Scared to fall in love, they just hoes to a ****
Hit it one time, she proposed to a ****, yeah
Let me get a chance
Fifteen, my brother died, wasn't in the plans
Step-pops in the feds, so I been the man
I'ma keep killin' beats, let them **** dance
Thinkin' of the times I was starvin'
Homeless with my daughter, but the pain made me harder
Jumpin' off the bench 'cause the game need a starter
Current top five, bring my name up regardless
Bro, you know your flow trashy
I don't like you, ****, if you want it, then get at me
Pretty boy style, but I keep the hair nappy
Turn Kylie to a woman, have her stuntin' like her daddy
Got the hustle of an athlete
Keep your mind subtle, you in trouble if you lackin'
It's practice, double up the madness
A budget for the fashion, a hundred for the taxes
Obama tryna jack us
Die for my tribe, man, these **** got it backwards, yeah
No love for these bastards
Or for my ex, she ain't never been a factor
Baby mama's trippin' 'cause I'm on a mission
**** on the grind tryna hustle for the chicken
I ain't really trippin', dawg, I'm with it if you with it
Man, I ain't worried 'bout a hater in a minute
Take it to the limit, I mean, why not?
I really had to earn everything I got
Look back at 'em and I'm sayin' bye-bye
Laughin' at these **** like, "Ha ha"
From Afghanistan where you never get a chance
And the rest of the world treat you lesser than a man
Doin' what I can, but the pressure in the plan
Homeless with a child, had to dress her in the van
You wouldn't understand, so just call me what I am
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake, my **** Aubrey got the Grams
Tomorrow never promised, so I party with the fam
I need it more than you, I'm so sorry for this, ma'am
(I'm so sorry for this, ma'am) I'm feelin' blessed lately
Sellin' out shows, now the hoes wanna date me
You don't like me now, I'ma probably make you hate me
Made my mama proud, give a hell what you rate me, yeah
Now it's back to the basics
He gave me the vision, thankin' God for the LASIK
Praise every quote, so close I can taste it
All I know is threes, tell them **** learn the language
I met a chick out in Portland
Face wasn't nothin', but her lips was enormous
Tits made her gorgeous, the hips was proportionate
Only call me daddy, think I turned her to an orphan
We gon' end up with a fortune
Scoop your gal up 'cause the engine full of horses
I pray we make it to the mornin'
Album number one, you can take it as a warnin'
Baby mama's trippin' 'cause I'm on a mission
**** on the grind tryna hustle for the chicken
I ain't really trippin', dawg, I'm with it if you with it
Man, I ain't worried 'bout a hater in a minute
Take it to the limit, I mean, why not?
I really had to earn everything I got
Look back at 'em and I'm sayin' bye-bye
Laughin' at these **** like, "Ha ha"
Ha ha
Ha ha
Laughin' at you **** like, "Ha ha"
Ha ha
Ha ha
Laughin' at you **** like, "Ha ha"
Written by: J-Cuse

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