Niggas Gotta Chill (feat. Charlie Rose)
The Main
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Yeah, yeah, yeah It's The Main Alright I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill Comin' with the heat, no I never disappoint Making every shot and I'm getting every point I'm giving you these bars to show you all my worth And for what it's worth: it's the main, with the gang Here we go, Here we go Comin' in hot, comin' with the heat Got smoke in lungs, man, I'm smoking up a tree Nah f*ck that, we boutta give them that real shit That raw shit, the main shit This that drake shit, no fake shit No I never disappoint I don't know why y'all be hating on my shit That's just it, like for real Y'all nigga's gotta chill, y'all so ill, I'm so trill That's why I spill all my words on the page Got magic like a mage, got Magic like I'm Johnson Got magic in my johnson, got Magic like I'm Johnson I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill Aye, I'm the one that's where you're from They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun Take it in, you rake it in, like a leaf from a money tree Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come (I can promise it's depression) That's when you learn your lesson Thought you was cut out for this here profession Go be the best and all of that, nah f*ck all of that No one call him back, yeah, no falling back Breaking down on stage, break it down the page Breaking down your age Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world Losing yourself to the world Losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn) Spend all your money on bullshit and drama Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas On commas, on commas, on commas,on commas On commas, on I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill I mean for real, them nigga's gotta chill I mean for real, them nigga's be ill I killed Drizzy, I killed Kenny, I killed Biggie I killed any motherfucker who tries to mess with me Cause im a king, kill you with katana swing The LSL is dead, I killed that lil' twig He wasn't shit, but that's just it I came to kill all you mother fuckers, but, I just killed myself, yeah I wasn't good in my mental health Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, f*ck that, we about to give 'em that real shit That raw shit, that Drake shit
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Written by: Charlie Rose, Delaine Aranha, Sir Robert Hall II
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