Chitothechump
Im chilling when I'm rapping
I be automated
In my mind is an elevator
Im taking people higher
But I'm seeing dark Vader
My lungs be gassed up
Like I be moving hella packs
With chapo and everybody keep a full throttle of NOZ
Same side blade hit double switch blade
Your girl hopped in my whip
She lit a splif
Turns out your girl was only hitting licks
Riding different whips
Talking different shit
Everybody got shoes everybody got laces
I just wish I was drowning up in some blue faces
And I'm bumping FACES and I'm actually sober
Don't holla
Got to keep your chest up
Even for a dolla
Life is so depressed like your only color blue
Had to give up all my clues
Balling on only 5 percent juice
All gas got it boxed up in the booth
Spittin flow twice
Like some morning wood
Out the hood a packed a fatback wood
In the forest from afar
Pulling up in exquisite cars
God damn bitch
Popping bars
Made from Mars
Yeah pull a trigger
Make a move bust a hitter
Hard knock no picture
Yeah rapping on a haiku
Yeah on tv I saw that lil Cayou
Smacked the big head foo with the tip of my clip
Had to teach him a lesson from always whining and shit
Eating chicken Alfredo
Hanging with Alfredo
And I be feeling hella faded and I don't even care tho
It's for the hoes had to run my money up
10 Toes down couldn't knock me down
Even if I had everyone's trust in it
Couldn't ride around with the windows tinted
Like I said it
Like I meant it
Couldn't talk to you with all those lies in em
I be automated
In my mind is an elevator
Im taking people higher
But I'm seeing dark Vader
My lungs be gassed up
Like I be moving hella packs
With chapo and everybody keep a full throttle of NOZ
Same side blade hit double switch blade
Your girl hopped in my whip
She lit a splif
Turns out your girl was only hitting licks
Riding different whips
Talking different shit
Everybody got shoes everybody got laces
I just wish I was drowning up in some blue faces
And I'm bumping FACES and I'm actually sober
Don't holla
Got to keep your chest up
Even for a dolla
Life is so depressed like your only color blue
Had to give up all my clues
Balling on only 5 percent juice
All gas got it boxed up in the booth
Spittin flow twice
Like some morning wood
Out the hood a packed a fatback wood
In the forest from afar
Pulling up in exquisite cars
God damn bitch
Popping bars
Made from Mars
Yeah pull a trigger
Make a move bust a hitter
Hard knock no picture
Yeah rapping on a haiku
Yeah on tv I saw that lil Cayou
Smacked the big head foo with the tip of my clip
Had to teach him a lesson from always whining and shit
Eating chicken Alfredo
Hanging with Alfredo
And I be feeling hella faded and I don't even care tho
It's for the hoes had to run my money up
10 Toes down couldn't knock me down
Even if I had everyone's trust in it
Couldn't ride around with the windows tinted
Like I said it
Like I meant it
Couldn't talk to you with all those lies in em
Credits
Writer(s): Andres Cuanas Quintero
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