KILLZAY - Chill Guy Lyrics

My mistakes is what had made me, even though it drive me crazy
Walkin' in there as a pup, you know my lifestyle persuasive
I was hanging with the wrong people, even though they ended up hatin
They don't feel the shit that I do, but they gon' feel me when I go vacant
Just a young boy on the side, I was on that block steady tryin' bake shit
Momma told me get in the house before she locked my game in the basement
Any chance you get to get out of these streets, I'll tell these niggas to go take it
And I pray to God that I make it, but for now I ain't doin' later
I was hangin' around all gangstas, tryin' to make a way to get payment
Had steady aim on some steady chains, I was on that block tryin' bang shit
Niggas thought they still tryin' check me, they know my gang really ain't play that
Catchin' a check from a nigga that I know damn well, he go way back
Feel like DMZ, why you say that? In the days when I wouldn't shade back
She was talkin' shit about me, and all I did was get that payback
You was runnin' after these niggas when I was outside where the gang at
Then she go away, I'm like, damn, Shay, I don't wanna smoke with your layman
And I ain't just niggas, but I swear to God, I'm just talkin' shit about my past
Like the other time when I went through that bullshit with Nez
He was talkin' shit about his cousin, and I was listenin' to him rap
Tryin' to act like he was hurt when he came down all that cash
I'm just a real nigga that came from the streets
Out there sellin' rocks, and I ain't even get weed
Sellin' on that block, I'm sellin' quarters and keys
Tellin' niggas not to come and f*ck with the beefs
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Know, I know, I know, I know
Nothin' ever changed
Nothin' ever changed
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Nothin' ever changed
Nothin' ever changed
Gotta give all the respect to my father
If I ain't wanna come and help the gang, then why would you bother
My father did, and I used to ask this nigga for a dollar
And the streets got high, so on that block, I got power
Like a joke, that shit went over your head
Your main man got booked, then you went straight to the feds
Cause God showed up paying you for a gun that was his
Now you in that jail dying and he get to live
But I don't show no hesitation, tryin' to get the gang on the pavement
Same bitch try to get a job, you know she the same bitch, let the gang hit
Niggas talk shit, but they mad, all these hoes, they on some gay shit
I don't put a bullet inside the same spot that you put my name in
I been fallin' back from all that dumb shit, cause I'm a chill guy
It was somethin' hot, and you tried to say somethin
But niggas still die, through this shit once
You won't get the chance to do it twice
Fell in love with a bad bitch, Leah
And I don't know why I ain't goin' back
But f*ck if you know I'm mad again
Gotta bring back all the opps, I'm tryna pack them again
Naya said she wanna break, and I'm just laughin' at that
She know she ain't goin' nowhere, I'm back on the mat
Tryin' to keep my composure, even though I'm runnin' over
It's a lot of shit that I've gotta face, cause I'm a soldier
Mama told me do what I want, and then I sold her
She told me to handle a rat, I broke a cobra
Niggas steady fakin, they copy the shit that we own
Booty caught a shot to the face, now he gone
Made a love face to your bitch, call me Zay songz
Every time I get on my back, they yellin' Zay drawn
It's not shit, just a lot of shit that I'm doin
Can't control the way that I feel, that's why I'm always doin' some dumb shit
And I hate the way that I am, and I admit that I belong
I'ma change the way that I am, and I won't be alone
And I'ma be in love again
And I'ma be in love again
And I'ma be in love again
And I'ma be in love again
And I'ma be in love again
And I'ma be in love again
Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas, you feel me
No more y'all niggas, better end up like none of that, you feel me
It's a real rip, no f*ckin' care, dawg, like
See all young boys out here tryin, talkin' about buttons and shit
Niggas got a hundred and a smart hoe, you can know that, like
Tryin' to show up for these bitches, tryin' to show up for the gram, bruh
Bruh, that shit, bruh, you just look like a dickhead, you feel me
Get this money, you feel me? For real