Chill Trill

Figured we needed something to coast to This that food for thought that big mama added soul to Ease your mind, cop a nick, and just roll through Gold mine, wear my thoughts around your neck, so old school Yeah, four finger rings and a big rope Take a hit of this, baby, yeah I been dope You'd wanna walk on cloud 9, and then elope Unseen to be this fly, cashmere invisibility cloak Issa vibe yo, greatest moments ahead Staying Black and Highly Favored, increasing our daily bread Giving bars and liquor, I figured, double the business Still a golden child, but not as materialistic Start a fresh new code, like downright Copying some styles just to chop it up, they all sound byte, yeah Carrying to notice, brought to your attention That we finally leveling up, this is our ascension This that chill trill, homie, this that real deal Finally numbin' the pain, but this, you'll still feel It doesn't matter how you viewed but how you see it Shine when we step up on the block, Billie Jeanin', Jeanin' Sonnin' everything, causing me to be apparent And my camp fire, another badge that we can merit Went double or nothing, but still charming on our third try Layaway a way to pay for Tanqueray, for us all, world wide, baby, yeah Doing this for the downtrodden and have nots And all of my brothers that's stuck in a system of games, we the black ops Or those who struggling mentality, and their only friend is a laptop Or the teams that giving us spirit, resembling mascots Yeah, I'll give my day ones, another day, son, coolin' so no one can make fun No longer we running or hiding, we puttin' in work and never took a break once Team Knightmare, steady dreaming, although, we ain't ever sleeping Only giving gifts with our presence, for no other reason For no other reason, for no other reason But putting money where our money is Finally giving bae a stack for Sephora and outfits This a fight for living, I wonder if I'll ever last But I'll be dope forever if the Evernote never crash