Chimera

Picture perfect
Walter Johnson
Hundred grand and
Countin
But my shawty doin
Time in county
Got caught with them ounces
And my little homie's body
Just got founded in the fountain
He was in the club and
Shot the bouncer
So they took it out up on
His baby momma
Baby boy
And did it all in silence
If I knew that it was rowdy
This might never woulda happened
I just wanted to be happy
Livin lavish, steady stackin
I was told to get the garments
Whippin weight was
Hella harmless
Move my way up on the
Charts and
Show the block
Who's the strongest
It's survival of the fittest
When ya clothes not
Fittin
And ya hot water missin
And ya kin never listenin
Took advantage of
The hood's depression
To get rid of my recession

Been departed in the badlands
Feel like Martin Sheen
Lost a soldier
It's a bad day
In this war scene
Homie you a sacrifice
Thank God you took one for the team
Homie you a sacrifice
Thank God you took one for the team

I been goin for the Gucci
I been juggin for the Jordans
Been finessin for the Fendi
Flippin for the Ferragamo
And the chains on my neck
Reminiscent of Elizabeth
When she was forced to move to Philly
With President Washington
Been tight with the green
I'm like Robin Hood when
I'm robbin hoods
Momma told me stay in school
I didn't but I prolly could
Trauma is apart of God's plan
And it's all good
And on the Dub
I'll always be the man
And it's all good



Credits
Writer(s): Jaja Robinson
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