Chronic

We know looters and intruders
We don't do snakes in the grass
Someone call up Medusa
Tell her this is not everlasting, we really do this
Young nigga so ruthless
Yea he might be stupid
But he never made excuses
We got bangers
I drop hits on hits on hits
Nothing but bangers
My plug just hit my line he got a banger
Too fast when in the streets I'm a speed racer
Look out, don't miss the signs cause you in danger

Steady reminiscing that's why I'm stuck in the rear view
Niggas always listen but only few tend to hear you
Caution all around so it's harder for me to get through
See I just wanna get to know ya
I heard you in love with finessers and trappers
Well I'm a rapper so let's make the T silent
Ain't a problem if they all find out about it
Fraud niggas never ever making investments
Dope dealers don't know what they backup plan is
Niggas looking at me as if they don't know the lingo
Got her jumping up like she just won at the casino
Yea I'm feeling real great for ya
Even set up great dates for ya
I just wanna take great care of ya
I know I am the man of your dreams
Girl I just want you to be my queen
It's ironic you saying I'm toxic you can say I saw this coming
No I'm not a psychic
Some of y'all don't break bread
Y'all don't wanna see y'all brothers in the streets staying fed
Bruh I know you getting tired of being modest
Just gotta take what's left and make it right
One thing for sure is don't lose sight
Through the darkness I still see the light
Moved swiftly through my journey uh not quite
Have faith within, gotta let go of fright
Hold up wait a minute I just might
Let go bring peace and be me
Give up cry out all envy me, Let's go!

We got bangers
I drop hits on hits on hits
Nothing but bangers
My plug just hit my line he got a banger
Too fast when in the streets I'm a speed racer
Look out, don't miss the signs cause you in danger

Call me a baker, I'm rollin in dough
Don't need a shaker, I got your main hoe
Ball like a Laker, call me Lonzo
Choppa sing, bodies hittin the floor
Young proper nigga, I don't need to sag
I just be staying inside of my bag
Niggas talk crazy, them bullets play tag
Ya side chick is ugly, I call her a hag
Mixed the Sprite with the lean and it's dirty
Ya mother's sister loves me and she is 30
We got a rat, we got a lil birdy
I'm up in the morning with the worms, it's early
If you wanna buck lil nigga, let's go bang
40 to ya dome and I go insane
I'm never swervin, I just stay in my lane
I load the chopper, cock it back and it sang
I do not talk, I take out the clip
I do not aim, I just shoot from the hip
Ya girl pussy gushy, it feel like a dip
I bent her over, treat my dick like a chip
Don't drink no coke, the syrup? I'm sippin
Tie ya shoelaces, you know you be trippin
Call me Katt Williams, cause I be big pimpin
Get the wet floor sign, ya drenched cause I'm drippin
Balenciaga or the red Louboutin's
African, Dominican, and Asians
Black, Hispanic girls they cook me chicken
Oriental chick, she cook me dumplings
I'm from the trenches, from the jungle, let's rumble
I stay on my grind so you know I stay humble
Don't get the bag cause ya know you will fumble
Sting like a bee, I'm the killer no bumble

We got bangers
I drop hits on hits on hits
Nothing but bangers
My plug just hit my line he got a banger
Too fast when in the streets I'm a speed racer
Look out, don't miss the signs cause you in danger

Smoking on chronic like back in the day
Me and brother was blowing on J's
Used to ride through the city and think that one day we will make so much money
When we slept we get paid
Well now that I'm grinding I'm finding a way
Procrastination what kept me away
I like to live lavish so what can I say
Better at spending than saving
So now I'm truly dedicated
No more delaying to my father I'm praying
Lift me up high and let me provide
Let me survive and show me the way
Won't give up my soul cause that's all I got
And I will not stop when I reach the top
Make so much cash that when they ask
Or Google my name tryna find out how much money I got
The answer like 21, it say "A Lot"
Ain't it ironic or maybe it's not
That when you got money you got all ya friends
And when you ain't got it
The same people that told you they ain't worried bout it
First ones to disappear act like they lost
Say they been busy or can't make it out
Cause they know you ain't paying so the friendship ain't staying
I ain't complaining I'm really just saying
You better watch who you hanging around
And watch who you let stay up in your house
Ungrateful niggas don't realize the things that you've done
They only complain about the one thing that you did
That they didn't like
These niggas ain't right
Just know that I do what I do for a reason
So baby ain't no need to think that



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Writer(s): Joseph Moment, Alain Fadael
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