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