C.S.I.E

[Verse 1] Free Nation Free Everything Niggas in the Chi got goals they can't attain They either spit or break it and flip it like Boldy James Chef it like Gordon Ramsay, 7 on they side They keep a Ben Gordon handy, keep a Ben Gordon handy Dandy-lions in my freshly row And my phone stay buzzing, all these pesky hoes Be trynna to chill with him Fuck 'em, mind on my money Cops, duck 'em Grind for this honey Cause life ain't as sweet as they say So niggas wrist twist when they pre-heating the yay Me? Shit, I just sprinkle all the kief on the haze And the Ron Brons rocking pre-Heats like they J's Couple niggas I grew up with, playing 2k Red Kool-Aid, with a Panera Bread souffle I'm cold chilling and pilling leaves off rare bouquetes Nothing major, something like the Huntsville Stars Or an undecided student bumming rides in your car Like the flies in your car, these niggas rolling down the windows Trynna catch a breeze in this Free shit But if you wasn't fucking with us since the prefix When the boat rock, all you shallow niggas gon' be seasick [Hook] Can't stress it enough Just a chill ass nigga from the Chi, homie Can't stress it enough