chill (feat. peak)

Chill, we talkin', all that's real
You say your things, you ain't real
They don't love my sons, I don't know what to do
But they never do, yeah, yeah

Look, he talk about my size, yeah
This shit has been in mind, yeah
Say she gonna die, yeah
Hold on, where's my case?

This shit ain't a place
Don't talk to me, yeah
You actin' like a spade, yeah
You upset cause you so free, yeah

That's what all that books
(Shh)
They get so tough, huh
(Shh)
You gon' die with grief
You don't mean nothin

You actin' like a spade, huh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Talkin' like a spade, huh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Talking like a spade
(Huh)

You say your things, you ain't real
They don't love my sons, I don't know what to do
But they never do, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, where's my case?

There ain't a place, no
Look, you talked around my style, yeah
And your shit just ain't mine, yeah
They say you're gonna die, yeah

They say you're gonna die, yeah
Chill, chill down
I'm out
I'm slow



Credits
Writer(s): Luh Krazy, Peak Peak
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