Chum (Remix)
Ahhhh!
Aye Aye
I know they hate me now
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make em wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Modern-day prophet, yea I'm fresh off the ark
Ah!
Lady sings the blues I'm just playing my part
AH!
No tattoos but she obsessed with my art
My ideas are bright I might glow in the dark
Conceited with concessions looked at life and learned a lesson
A pro and got protection
I respawned and chose my weapon
Voting for the felons
Grew up with the pastor that won't get my ass in Heaven
Naw
Boxed in, got a couple options
Look
We can't be friends if I'm not in ya top 10
Look
Don't put it on the house if you can't even pay rent
Im paying for my sins, but that's money well spent
Look at me then look at you
From afar I see the rules
If I shut my mouth
Then we know who fool
Top of chain I cant be food
Type of beef that makes the news
Im the shit don't get confused
This that reign that change ya mood
Ya
Aye Aye
I know they talk about me
Aye Aye
They better stay from round me
Ok
Cause we gon need a Army
They gon, oo yea they gon need a Army
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Where the hell is my mind at
Yea I act calm but really thinking bout combat
They wear colored contacts
But that's just the contrast
I see why they mad
They hits in the past
They trick for the bag
Admire my advisories really cuz they ain't ready
send a SOS this SMS I'm Joe Pesci
She not worried bout height when she deepthroat
Fucking white bitches and fuck the redcoats
Crip walking on they grave
My chick from the west coast
Im from where they dig ya grave then inhale gunsmoke
Im a poet that's surreal
Purple gang take notes
Give a fuck bout you feel
We know that night was just a hoax
Got the vision of a owl but they fly don't come close
Put my all inside this music
I don't have to make a post
They still hoping that I choke
Gave they all but not a rope
I gave action when I spoke
They riding till we break the spokes
Aye Aye
I know they hate me now
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make em wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Aye Aye
I know they hate me know
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make them wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Aye Aye
I know they hate me know
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make them wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Aye Aye
I know they hate me now
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make em wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Modern-day prophet, yea I'm fresh off the ark
Ah!
Lady sings the blues I'm just playing my part
AH!
No tattoos but she obsessed with my art
My ideas are bright I might glow in the dark
Conceited with concessions looked at life and learned a lesson
A pro and got protection
I respawned and chose my weapon
Voting for the felons
Grew up with the pastor that won't get my ass in Heaven
Naw
Boxed in, got a couple options
Look
We can't be friends if I'm not in ya top 10
Look
Don't put it on the house if you can't even pay rent
Im paying for my sins, but that's money well spent
Look at me then look at you
From afar I see the rules
If I shut my mouth
Then we know who fool
Top of chain I cant be food
Type of beef that makes the news
Im the shit don't get confused
This that reign that change ya mood
Ya
Aye Aye
I know they talk about me
Aye Aye
They better stay from round me
Ok
Cause we gon need a Army
They gon, oo yea they gon need a Army
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Where the hell is my mind at
Yea I act calm but really thinking bout combat
They wear colored contacts
But that's just the contrast
I see why they mad
They hits in the past
They trick for the bag
Admire my advisories really cuz they ain't ready
send a SOS this SMS I'm Joe Pesci
She not worried bout height when she deepthroat
Fucking white bitches and fuck the redcoats
Crip walking on they grave
My chick from the west coast
Im from where they dig ya grave then inhale gunsmoke
Im a poet that's surreal
Purple gang take notes
Give a fuck bout you feel
We know that night was just a hoax
Got the vision of a owl but they fly don't come close
Put my all inside this music
I don't have to make a post
They still hoping that I choke
Gave they all but not a rope
I gave action when I spoke
They riding till we break the spokes
Aye Aye
I know they hate me now
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make em wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Aye Aye
I know they hate me know
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make them wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Aye Aye
I know they hate me know
Aye Aye
I know they got no style
Ok
But we gon make them wild
Ok
Aye Aye
Look
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Arnold
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