Chill Type

[Verse 1:] Welcome to the nation of a million Drones When you feel afraid of someone you can kill em from home Whether it's your backyard or theirs Ain't nobody cares If they ain't got the same color skin as your own Without a doubt about who lives and who dies With zero tolerance and infinite pride We're the honest and the innocent side Unless your kid's face is like Jordan Davis or Renisha McBride So how you gonna talk about the kindness of a stranger When the value of my property's the whiteness of my neighbor? From Long Island to Decatur Y’all dying for the paper Trying to break the line between the buyers and the savers American dream’s dangling so high Over their heads like a pair of Adidas Hanging off of phone wires C’mon, Soul, that imagery's so tired But so am I of new tears welling up under old eyes [Hook:] My man said chill I ain't the chill type Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel This the real [Verse 2:}​ We built this city on a hill around a rumor That disappeared as quick as Hiro Nakamura Home is where the heart is and the children are our future So we open up a charter school to filters out the losers It feels like kamasutra You’re thoroughly fucked But Paul Ryan thinks y'all whining And not working enough But your wages are downs Even when earnings are up Man, his mama shoulda swallowed him as sperm in her guts And If you really don’t believe we need a government Then why elect you as someone who’d be running it That’s just as dumb as it sounds But if you fuck with it You’re even dumber or just a glutton for punishment So my apologies, no diss to the fans Who might dismiss this as just a typical rant It's been inscripted in strands of my genetic code So I can't let it go Son, I spit what I am And that's the real [Hook:] My man said chill I ain't the chill type Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel This the real