Chill

I Telephone, To tell a phoney what's the deal, 2 2s its summer time all my nigga chill, creez is on max peep the jordan on the heel, first da gyal a pree and now she running up my bill, its crazy All these bitches want the moby I ain't forcing it like obi kenobi, cuz you know I go mick foley in the holey of holey, damn da flow is holy, I ain't spitting it slowly, I'm a 3rd eye nigga I don't think of you lowly I'm real cool I'm just tryna make a living, tomb bap boy so I'm ill with the writtens, foreal ill make a killing, hope the feed back is thrilling, cuz I'm wlling to live the music life cuz im illing Call the streets khalahari cah there's niggas looking thirsty, thristys chasing rachets and the bitches ain't to worthy, I need dtr hoe, dress right and she curvy, real down to earth and she never gets too nervy like *HOOK* I been a target since they seen me in these new garmets, lyrical warnings if a nigga wanna try and start it, mentally strong cah my knowledge is my firearm n pipe dreams of world tours and hoes at my performance But dont front, dont think your getting lucky straight prenub if you with me if you think your getting money nah, thats the way i gotta role, cuz theres knowledge in my power and theres power in my soul, crazy Fitness encrypted psychadelic, hyrogliphic you will witness, so keep ya eyes pilled for the scriptures, the rapture, tino is the pastor, titan domination that you soon will witness after the capture In a mindstate of ghandi just promoting the peace, on beats i move letters now the words turned into beasts, i do it for my team, im tryna make em eat, writing process is real i do not just make up these *HOOK* Red bone of your own ethnic persuasion, I want something to play with, I need manipulation, you summertime fine so lets start the stimulation, we racing, playing through the sheets, her legs adjacent Benita applebum, word is bond, drag along to this song, funky ho's be tryna be tag along, move off, in the coupe with the shoes off, boss shit, hell on earth burnt alive in the gauntlet Haunting, Wiling, racial profiling driving pass the island where them cony niggas crying eyeing up the slappers Rappers get ruined in ruins, holy tomb holds the shroom of tutinkamoon when I'm skooling, its tragic, I bet you wish you pass this, but the fact that I dismantle these panthers, and handle with standards It ain't shit, I'm Ancient, putting in dat dayshift, my fire rain down bring more dark than the slave ships