Ándale

Now when I'm walking through the party, please don't reach at me
I need space when I breach the scene
I start thinking 'Could it be the cheese that they peep on me?'
Like Bill Russell, you gon' see these rings
And yeah, they hear me like a CD, please don't come close
Catch frostbite 'cause I'm cold as three degrees, ma
Matter fact, I'm easily so fly
I got 'em wondering how big my wings could be
I got these people saying 'Sheesh' and 'Jeez'
The way I'm out here steppin', got 'em thinking I wear cleats in streets
Tell my plug I need keys and G's
For them it's tough but for me this shit be a breeze
I make waves like the sea, I be
Having motion and my shit go coast to coast I'm like the CIA
Fuckin' with me, better bring ID
Got weed? Send me one text, I'm already on the way

I'm telling my Cholo 'Ándale'
En Inglés, he 'bro', en Español, he my 'compadre'
We gettin' money like the fuckin' bank
Need gas but don't bring that shit around me 'less it fuckin' stank
My shit stink like a skunk, they can't handle it
One puff, all the sudden gotta pump the breaks
Can't get up, got 'em stuck in place
Had enough, I smoke too much, they can't keep up the pace
Don't be ashamed, it's not a fuckin' race
In fact, there's not many people out there that can fuck with Chase
They show me love, man, it sucks to hate
But I'm above that, I just came from being broke as rugrats
Straight from the slums, rent due on the eighth of the month
Thankful because they gave us a grace period
Can't ask for much more, never asked for a handout 'cause what the fuck for?
Now I'm running through so much money, it got my thumbs sore



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Writer(s): Chase Knackstedt
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