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Chillin' You know rock and roll might shit a gold brick But that Sometimes Y is But before we go there We gotta bring [?] to 'em Ugh, ugh, let's go Passin' that donation bag around in the local church Somebody just lost a young one, another died at birth One upload, garbage You done, uh oh, shouldn't have started Artists like me keep that duffle bag of tricks Dip on your bitch like a Ruffle bag of chips Crack the concrete, my hip-hop is overweight You over waitin' for my next accomplishment? Well, I just landed in Savannah, Shia LeBeouf is gettin' hammered On the dock like Forrest Gump, I'm rockin' tailor-made pajamas Sippin' on coco cabana, rum and water with bananas Copped the vintage Bentley whip then parked it next to a French manor Yeah, sawed-off still got the duct tape on the handles We some alligator killers but this ain't Louisiana These are 2K, ballin', I ain't talkin' 'bout ya handles on the Xbox These Luccheses, not sandals Yeah, crystal ball next to the candle Look, I see bees, baby, swarms of 'em That's why I call my crib a honeycomb Letras de cancionesDollar signs tattooed on my earlobes for the money phone So when I say, "Honey, I'm home" Ha ha ha, yeah, I brought a check Random purchase at the circus 'cause I'm clownin', bought a vet Rental flight to make a purchase, Creek Water bought a jet (Chillin') Still on the bench, ain't even ballin' yet LeBron James is callin', hold up, Struggle I'm still dirty from the bottom but the top is lookin' good on me I had a good homie take the stand and stood calmly My family fell but I won't dwell on that outcome 'cause now my income is a mountain I can shout from I paid my dues, I overpaid, ain't seen no refund, nah We them G, Slum, flee when his fleet come, ha ha I'm a Jennings, don't confuse me with a cheap gun I had to come from where I came to be the man I've become Nothing's free, bum, except the cell I'm freed from, yeah I'm a lion, when I roar, I watch these sheep run, yeah Where your shepherd at? Me and him can settle that Any minute, it could be your time, can't get a second back, nah Call me Captain Jack, I jack the boat, the ship is mine They be shootin' at me, wishin' for my quick decline But this shit divine, I built it with His God design A language often hard to find, Lord Jes', been lost in time But I'm a boss that grind, so money I don't stress over Always feed the family first, then I eat the leftovers, yeah Yeah, sounds good to me, what we havin'? You buy the land, I chop the trees, you build a mill, we build a cabin, oh Can't buy the steez but I provide the direction and avenue Hit 'em new, hit 'em old, barcode tag is hangin' off that shot crew Lookin' like I went to class for fashion too Bag it up in plastic, summer school We some, we some, we some Levi denims Over filthy feet from the filthy south, yeah We come, we come, we come 'round that parkin' lot peelin' Detroit stealin', diamondback ties, twenty-twenty, one Load up the chamber, empty, guns Holes in the hoodie, back sprayed, Alexander McDairy Queen season Alexander, McDairy From Letras Mania