Snappin' on Em
Man, niggas said I ain't snapping
Listen to me
Look, uh
Hit the mic and I cover with gas saliva
Got white women on me cause my skin look like Godiva
Telling me my presence is precedence like a president
But they just want a taste of my melanin
Nice try hun
The kid popping
Couldn't pop my shit with 5 guns
The nigga you looked up to when I stood like 5'1
They saying I ain't hot
I feel like Mr. and Mrs. Wayans a nigga walking round with like 5 sons
Running the galaxy bring you to yo doom
You looking at the first black man to step onto the moon
No disrespect to Mike Jack
But back on Venus
Plugged my phone inside of the mic jack
And blew the planet up
Looked like a War out in Iraq
Raising all hell and that's all facts
Me versus the Devil?
That's Global Warming versus a nigga melting ice packs
I'm steady baking
Put the pie inside the pie rack
Holding this HiiiPower
Gave cornrow Kenny the Pyrex like mix again
Now his tongue tied like Laces my nigga he speaking Mexican
Las mujeres bailan bachata
Que Pasa with this piñata
Batting, I'll off yo roster
Bonds as a monster
Get buried, I'll off you proper without an aid
Jordan, Erving, and Magic before he cured the plague
This is what happens
Something next to a classic
Platinum records and plastic
The underdog never drafted
I bagged this verse like an actress who needs a part
Just to stay apart from all the has beens
But behind the flashes she on the floor with her mattress
Should of stayed in classes
That's what they told me
But I don't like people and it's lonely at the top so where we going?
Been venting at the bottom so it's where the wind's blowing
Life is what you make it
Everybody got it snowing
I melt that bitch with my spirit
I'm on the edge and I'm spearing
We sailing if it ain't clearance
My roots on Snowden and Cherokee
I'm proving that I ain't Clarence
It's Chase
Pushing 8 miles
I still got no brakes
I'm tryna keep safe
But truth told we know they kill
Slaves on a planet that may trick us
Boy it ain't real
Fuck the free world
Pop a doc saying I ain't ill
Pop some morphine and I hate pills
Lost in the static
I wonder why we ain't had it
Need a break from the fake
Morpheus turned me an addict
And that's real homie
Yeah
Maybe everything ain't what it seems
Maybe people walking dead
Maybe people come alive when they living out they dreams
Maybe Pac just didn't die
Maybe evidence is false, the government has been a lie
Maybe I'll get offed for this
Maybe mom won't see that shit
Maybe mom will start to cry
Maybe this was meant for us and we don't need to wonder why
Maybe I'll stop overthinking and make it to 25
Maybe future wife is loving and sleep with some other guy
I said I'll stop overthinking
Why the fuck I'm overthinking?
Maybe you'll remember me
Maybe I'll forget my demons
Maybe I'll forget my past
Maybe things ain't what they seem
In real life or through the glass
Maybe if my ass just pull it I'll wake up and start to laugh
Maybe everything is fake
Like hair and dudes swag
Or smiles and new bags
Friends and boo thangs who got a new thang touching behind yo back
Maybe, maybe is too much
Maybe we just need the facts
Maybe, maybe is too much
Maybe we just need the facts
C'mon
It's Chasey The Illest
You feel it my nigga?
And I'm snapping on your ass for real
Maybe I'll get signed to Dreamville
Who knows?
Listen to me
Look, uh
Hit the mic and I cover with gas saliva
Got white women on me cause my skin look like Godiva
Telling me my presence is precedence like a president
But they just want a taste of my melanin
Nice try hun
The kid popping
Couldn't pop my shit with 5 guns
The nigga you looked up to when I stood like 5'1
They saying I ain't hot
I feel like Mr. and Mrs. Wayans a nigga walking round with like 5 sons
Running the galaxy bring you to yo doom
You looking at the first black man to step onto the moon
No disrespect to Mike Jack
But back on Venus
Plugged my phone inside of the mic jack
And blew the planet up
Looked like a War out in Iraq
Raising all hell and that's all facts
Me versus the Devil?
That's Global Warming versus a nigga melting ice packs
I'm steady baking
Put the pie inside the pie rack
Holding this HiiiPower
Gave cornrow Kenny the Pyrex like mix again
Now his tongue tied like Laces my nigga he speaking Mexican
Las mujeres bailan bachata
Que Pasa with this piñata
Batting, I'll off yo roster
Bonds as a monster
Get buried, I'll off you proper without an aid
Jordan, Erving, and Magic before he cured the plague
This is what happens
Something next to a classic
Platinum records and plastic
The underdog never drafted
I bagged this verse like an actress who needs a part
Just to stay apart from all the has beens
But behind the flashes she on the floor with her mattress
Should of stayed in classes
That's what they told me
But I don't like people and it's lonely at the top so where we going?
Been venting at the bottom so it's where the wind's blowing
Life is what you make it
Everybody got it snowing
I melt that bitch with my spirit
I'm on the edge and I'm spearing
We sailing if it ain't clearance
My roots on Snowden and Cherokee
I'm proving that I ain't Clarence
It's Chase
Pushing 8 miles
I still got no brakes
I'm tryna keep safe
But truth told we know they kill
Slaves on a planet that may trick us
Boy it ain't real
Fuck the free world
Pop a doc saying I ain't ill
Pop some morphine and I hate pills
Lost in the static
I wonder why we ain't had it
Need a break from the fake
Morpheus turned me an addict
And that's real homie
Yeah
Maybe everything ain't what it seems
Maybe people walking dead
Maybe people come alive when they living out they dreams
Maybe Pac just didn't die
Maybe evidence is false, the government has been a lie
Maybe I'll get offed for this
Maybe mom won't see that shit
Maybe mom will start to cry
Maybe this was meant for us and we don't need to wonder why
Maybe I'll stop overthinking and make it to 25
Maybe future wife is loving and sleep with some other guy
I said I'll stop overthinking
Why the fuck I'm overthinking?
Maybe you'll remember me
Maybe I'll forget my demons
Maybe I'll forget my past
Maybe things ain't what they seem
In real life or through the glass
Maybe if my ass just pull it I'll wake up and start to laugh
Maybe everything is fake
Like hair and dudes swag
Or smiles and new bags
Friends and boo thangs who got a new thang touching behind yo back
Maybe, maybe is too much
Maybe we just need the facts
Maybe, maybe is too much
Maybe we just need the facts
C'mon
It's Chasey The Illest
You feel it my nigga?
And I'm snapping on your ass for real
Maybe I'll get signed to Dreamville
Who knows?
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Writer(s): Chase Mathews
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