Relax Gang

[Verse 1: Papa-Bear] I ain't the best rapper alive but I'm better than you Didn't mean to be rude, I'm just stating the truth If not better than you than I'm realer than you Don't get it confused, I'm just not you Although at times I wonder how it would be to be he, but in the end I prefer to be me All I got is myself, if you asking for help there's no hope Watch how they react to dough like dope Strung out, no doubt, on route, right now, not dumb, not done You can run Forrest run, but you can't hide Target in sight with closed eyes No chance, tied hands, weak stance, wrong plans, not advanced, not afraid to stand my ground That's what the fuck I'm about [Hook: Papa-Bear] I ride with my dawgs Get high with my dawgs I rhyme with my dawgs Rip it live with my dawgs Cut pie with my dawgs I ride with my dawgs Get high with my dawgs I rhyme with my dawgs Rip it live with my dawgs Cut pie with my dawgs [Verse 2: Papa-Bear] Relax Gang in this mother fucker!!!!! Jay Kirk Beezy Kenny Teddy Bukk Tafari De$ & Papa-B Probably puffin an ounce of the most profound potent tree Hate weed so much, every time I see it I must, burn that motherfucker down No fucking around!(Relax) This business, not personal, don't be pissed, you're not a fucking urinal Don't get mad, get even Later that evening the family was grieving, reason-being their kids disappearance We chiefing keef, but no GBE-ing (Spark up!!!!) Living European on my mind (WOOP!) First I gotta muthafucking grind (WOOP!) No time to chill when you set on 100 mill Put in that overtime (WOOP!) Now that Rover mine, I let my bitch drive and we just get high Hotbox, stay smokin' like a fucking Rasta [Hook: Papa-Bear] I ride with my dawgs Get high with my dawgs I rhyme with my dawgs Rip it live with my dawgs Cut pie with my dawgs I ride with my dawgs Get high with my dawgs I rhyme with my dawgs Rip it live with my dawgs Cut pie with my dawgs