I Be Chillin, relaxin, str8 up, maxin
Mellow At the barbecue
Wit my plate str8 waxin
I can neva get enough even if its pain man it only made me tough
Now my mind stays rough
Makin tracks neva wack only help me run it up
Dabs blunts gettin drunk only made me get stuck
Inna maze, haze, lookin for betta days
U rookies up in the game dont amount to a$a$pade$
(Aint no way)
Extraterrestrial funky ass brotha
I'm probably getting down with yo third baby motha
I aint no asshole nah im just clean like that
Diggin for some bars cus i be a fein like that
When it comes to a yung nigga rocking the mic
I go hard in the paint like some punk rock dikes
Im on them pop rock vibes
Poppin off in her mouth
I'm hot in the northwest and cool down in the south
Do u Know what I mean
Never lettin go of my dreams
Concrete on jeans the way Im rippin on this beat
Yo
Land of the free why we slaves to the man
I pave the way to a new game and a plan
To save the game we gon be the face of this rap
I either survive or they kill me with various death traps
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
(Hey, hoooh yeah, heyey, hoohooh yeahhhh, heyyyy)
Hey little bitch
You at the motel living large
I'm in ya yard
I'm grillin steaks up as I'm sipping cardi
At the cookout and you know we bouta party
All the gs here but still you a home body
I miss my relocated homies but
You
You just lonely as a hobby
Hobby
Doesn't really matter what you do if you don't call me
Lonely ass
Leave you in my wake
Tell me am I awake
I feel like I've been sleeping for about 300 f*ckin days
Can't get this feeling out my face
In my head I am erased
Personality escaped and consciousness fades
Oh wait
I don't know how to catch up now
Cardio
All these people do is lift
Cuz they're f*ckin lungs are broke
At least we aint running from demons and we just fight em
Hit em w the 1 2 duck twice and then just slide em
No one runs a fair fade anyways
Might as well pull out the Glock
At least that's what the devil say
They say that bro is goin crazy
Skeet shooting at the homies man that's not a fun day
I just wanna be at the cookout w my bros
I don't want anybody to know
I don't want em to have to deal with any other stupid flows
I just
Wanna be in my own lane
Driving on my moped
Feeling sane
I feel like everybody wants me to
Feel
The
Same
You don't really need to
F*ckin change lane
Don't switch please
I really don't need to handle yo shit
But I don't want to leave so
Come and take a hit off my spliff
Before I go
Make a memory and take a smoke
Get fed at the barbecue bro
We all just here for the love
If you really ain't feeling it
Then you might as well go
We gonna b here straight chillin until the sun turns to moon
So unless you wanna see planet doom
Make like a Mazda and zoom zoom
G out
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I Be Chillin, relaxin, str8 up, maxin
Mellow At the barbecue
Wit my plate str8 waxin
I can neva get enough even if its pain man it only made me tough
Now my mind stays rough
Makin tracks neva wack only help me run it up
Dabs blunts gettin drunk only made me get stuck
Inna maze, haze, lookin for betta days
U rookies up in the game dont amount to a$a$pade$
(Aint no way)
Extraterrestrial funky ass brotha
I'm probably getting down with yo third baby motha
I aint no asshole nah im just clean like that
Diggin for some bars cus i be a fein like that
When it comes to a yung nigga rocking the mic
I go hard in the paint like some punk rock dikes
Im on them pop rock vibes
Poppin off in her mouth
I'm hot in the northwest and cool down in the south
Do u Know what I mean
Never lettin go of my dreams
Concrete on jeans the way Im rippin on this beat
Yo
Land of the free why we slaves to the man
I pave the way to a new game and a plan
To save the game we gon be the face of this rap
I either survive or they kill me with various death traps
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
(Hey, hoooh yeah, heyey, hoohooh yeahhhh, heyyyy)
Hey little bitch
You at the motel living large
I'm in ya yard
I'm grillin steaks up as I'm sipping cardi
At the cookout and you know we bouta party
All the gs here but still you a home body
I miss my relocated homies but
You
You just lonely as a hobby
Hobby
Doesn't really matter what you do if you don't call me
Lonely ass
Leave you in my wake
Tell me am I awake
I feel like I've been sleeping for about 300 f*ckin days
Can't get this feeling out my face
In my head I am erased
Personality escaped and consciousness fades
Oh wait
I don't know how to catch up now
Cardio
All these people do is lift
Cuz they're f*ckin lungs are broke
At least we aint running from demons and we just fight em
Hit em w the 1 2 duck twice and then just slide em
No one runs a fair fade anyways
Might as well pull out the Glock
At least that's what the devil say
They say that bro is goin crazy
Skeet shooting at the homies man that's not a fun day
I just wanna be at the cookout w my bros
I don't want anybody to know
I don't want em to have to deal with any other stupid flows
I just
Wanna be in my own lane
Driving on my moped
Feeling sane
I feel like everybody wants me to
Feel
The
Same
You don't really need to
F*ckin change lane
Don't switch please
I really don't need to handle yo shit
But I don't want to leave so
Come and take a hit off my spliff
Before I go
Make a memory and take a smoke
Get fed at the barbecue bro
We all just here for the love
If you really ain't feeling it
Then you might as well go
We gonna b here straight chillin until the sun turns to moon
So unless you wanna see planet doom
Make like a Mazda and zoom zoom
G out
Mellow At the barbecue
Wit my plate str8 waxin
I can neva get enough even if its pain man it only made me tough
Now my mind stays rough
Makin tracks neva wack only help me run it up
Dabs blunts gettin drunk only made me get stuck
Inna maze, haze, lookin for betta days
U rookies up in the game dont amount to a$a$pade$
(Aint no way)
Extraterrestrial funky ass brotha
I'm probably getting down with yo third baby motha
I aint no asshole nah im just clean like that
Diggin for some bars cus i be a fein like that
When it comes to a yung nigga rocking the mic
I go hard in the paint like some punk rock dikes
Im on them pop rock vibes
Poppin off in her mouth
I'm hot in the northwest and cool down in the south
Do u Know what I mean
Never lettin go of my dreams
Concrete on jeans the way Im rippin on this beat
Yo
Land of the free why we slaves to the man
I pave the way to a new game and a plan
To save the game we gon be the face of this rap
I either survive or they kill me with various death traps
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
Hands down we the best
All love for the stressed
Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test
I'mma smoke my weed
I'mma pop my meds
Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less
(Hey, hoooh yeah, heyey, hoohooh yeahhhh, heyyyy)
Hey little bitch
You at the motel living large
I'm in ya yard
I'm grillin steaks up as I'm sipping cardi
At the cookout and you know we bouta party
All the gs here but still you a home body
I miss my relocated homies but
You
You just lonely as a hobby
Hobby
Doesn't really matter what you do if you don't call me
Lonely ass
Leave you in my wake
Tell me am I awake
I feel like I've been sleeping for about 300 f*ckin days
Can't get this feeling out my face
In my head I am erased
Personality escaped and consciousness fades
Oh wait
I don't know how to catch up now
Cardio
All these people do is lift
Cuz they're f*ckin lungs are broke
At least we aint running from demons and we just fight em
Hit em w the 1 2 duck twice and then just slide em
No one runs a fair fade anyways
Might as well pull out the Glock
At least that's what the devil say
They say that bro is goin crazy
Skeet shooting at the homies man that's not a fun day
I just wanna be at the cookout w my bros
I don't want anybody to know
I don't want em to have to deal with any other stupid flows
I just
Wanna be in my own lane
Driving on my moped
Feeling sane
I feel like everybody wants me to
Feel
The
Same
You don't really need to
F*ckin change lane
Don't switch please
I really don't need to handle yo shit
But I don't want to leave so
Come and take a hit off my spliff
Before I go
Make a memory and take a smoke
Get fed at the barbecue bro
We all just here for the love
If you really ain't feeling it
Then you might as well go
We gonna b here straight chillin until the sun turns to moon
So unless you wanna see planet doom
Make like a Mazda and zoom zoom
G out
Writer: Gabriel Haley, Asa Kreig
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid