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No Chill
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No Chill was released on January 1, 2021 by Mophead Mafia/ First Class Music Group as a part of the album Itrash Beatz, Vol. 5
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2021
LabelMophead Mafia/ First Class Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Grayson Ely
Christopher Grayson Ely
Songwriter
Reginald Henry
Reginald Henry
Songwriter
Maziar Rumi Graham
Maziar Rumi Graham
Songwriter
Zachary Clay Daniel Cappadocia
Zachary Clay Daniel Cappadocia
Songwriter
Brandon Ross
Brandon Ross
Songwriter

Lyrics

I still do this shit for lord
Aight
Student trapper
Went to Jackson State
Package on the way
It's on the state
P's up on the play
A case of purple drank
Hold up wait
You don't get no cake
You just up in the way
Aint finna fuss
**** ain't nobody way
J Prince I'm uppin' Drake
Hold up wait
I ain't got no brakes
I run up the pace
What you think
Pressure brought your way
I run up the stakes
I been on
Say you on your way
I guess you running late
You want smoke
Well that's what you say
This more than you can take
Mob
Fell but now I'm up again
Que who put me up to this
Busta think I'm bluffin'
That's why they be getting stuck to shit
Big range switch lanes
Oouu that's a couple bricks
Call just hit that's another flip
Wavy it make em stomach sick
You can throw up
And you can lay in it
This beef shit **** stay in it
You fly in your new ride
Bet you surprised
If I just spray in it
You stay in it
You lay in it
Bury you and your bae in it
Attention yea she may get it
Fuck then I don't pay any
They try to shut me up
But they could never pipe me down
Took off the shirts got tatted tatted
Now your bae wan' wipe me down
I make my bitch go get your bitch
And now your bae i'm piping down
I ain't the only **** shining
Just the brightness light around
Luciano
Student trapper
Went to Jackson State
Package on the way
It's on the state
P's up on the plate
A case of purple drank
Hold up wait
You don't get no cake
You just up in the way
Aint finna fuss
**** ain't nobody way
J Prince I'm uppin' Drake
Hold up wait
I ain't got no brakes
I run up the pace
What you think
Pressure brought your way
I run up the stakes
I been on
Say you on your way
I guess you running late
You want smoke
Well that's what you say
This more than you can take
Mob
D just broke the huddle
Steppers steppin' on the muscle
**** messin' with my hustle
That's investing in some trouble
Tell your doggy stop that barking
Should invest in him a muzzle
Jewelry loud it bling it blow
This drip heavy leave drip puddles
Extra very never subtle
When I spend its flippin' double
My flow magic
Bitch i spit that Harry
Potter your flow muggle
Often crashes when we come
Through
Your whole set get left in rubble
I lost cash
I want him bad
Put out the word
I'm spending double ****
Mr Luciano
Hardest working I **** i know
I make sure my family good
And I ensure my crew survival
We living by different rules ****
Up then watch your moves ****
Cause I move quicker
You won't ever catch my goon slippin'
Mob
Never had a nine to five
Either you trappin' or you die
Either you jack him or you try
**** you cap off you don't slide
It's us against the other side
Two of your lah potnas died
And you did everything but ride
Pussy ****
Student trapper
Went to Jackson State
Package on the way
It's on the state
P's up on the plate
A case of purple drank
Hold up wait
You don't get no cake
You just up in the way
Aint finna fuss
**** ain't nobody way
J Prince I'm uppin' Drake
Hold up wait
I ain't got no brakes
I run up the pace
What you think
Pressure brought your way
I run up the stakes
I been on
Say you on your way
I guess you running late
You want smoke
Well that's what you say
This more than you can take
Mob
Mob
Yea
I still do the shit or Lord
Facts
Written by: Brandon Ross, Christopher Grayson Ely, Maziar Rumi Graham, Reginald Henry, Zachary Clay Daniel Cappadocia
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