Chill Shit, Pt. 2

I paved the way so things don't stay the same
I lead the way get the fuck out my lane
Too much on my mind
No time for problems
Too much on my plate
No time to solve em
Uh
Pour me up four
I ain't got time for these bitches
No
It's time for over time on these migos yeh
I'm not stopping till I hit the throne
Rage all night like nobody home
Lost in the zone
I'm lost in my zone
I need to get home
I Need to get gone
I Need to be strong
Sippin last night uh
Mixed it in sprite uh
Got me alright
Got me livin this life
I hate that I lied to ya
Wish I could I take it all back
Regret
Drowned in all of that
Why I always be in all black
Lately life been feelin odd
Lately I been against the odds
I been tryna wish upon a star
But that stars only a mirage
Why father
Don't you hold my hands when I pray
Why father
My dreams been pushed away

I been on chill shit
Pushin thru these lanes quick
Tryna get the bag big
I been on chill shit
Pushin thru these lanes quick
Tryna get the bag big

All my friends are my dead
I'm talking Ben and dead prez
Middle fingers FUCK THE PREZ
Relieve my people of the stress
Yeah
Let's a keep it a hunnid
Let's keep real blunted
Truth hurts
You know the real ones never lie
Look into to my eyes see the truth inside
This that chill shit you gon' bump when you solo
Dolo
Lay low
Low key
Silent
Easy
Like G
Easy
Like E
Pull up in a flash
Scoop my dime then we dash
Keep a hunnid on the dash
Headed straight for the cash
Somehow end up in the pass
This my moment they say
They say that time don't wait
And I just want the paper
I said I just want the paper
Get up out my way
Know you understood
Gotta get my shit and move up out this hood
You know I love my hood
But it ain't no good
This life been troublesome
But it ain't for life
Pour me another one

I been on chill shit
Pushin thru these lanes quick
Tryna get the bag big
I been on chill shit
Pushin thru these lanes quick
Tryna get the bag big



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Mendoza
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