THE CHILL
Chris Cyphaz
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You ain't getting money, what you call it Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet Momma told me always get my fruit from the market Empire mind state, roots from the Garden Ma f***a why lie to a lame though The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats Still make a hater do his thing though Still make a hater do his thing yo Yo, yo, I'm back on that reload Full clip, semi auto when the heat blow D Rose, got your D cold For that Mello, I say hello, then I Porzingis from the free throw Sour face, lay off the lemonade I'm still on my Jay Z renegade Pick a day, out box n****s, come get a clipper fade Win bets off myself, then fill the dinner plate The outfit make a chick converse And I had one on my hip, but she skip that first Yo I like them slick, dam shit fit that skirt We have a third, come and learn, now ditch that skirt, b***h Dude so colossal Every time I get a Dutch and light these instagrams, they follow Y'all looking at today, well my vision see tomorrow I get mines, no borrow You ain't getting money, what you call it Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet Momma told me always get my fruit from the market Empire mind state, roots from the Garden Ma f***a why lie to a lame though The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats Still make a hater do his thing though Still make a hater do his thing yo Wardogg on the instrumental y'all DoBetta Music always shine, Audemar Thinking bout a Cuban, decibels up to par So I can make sure you n****s see me from a far And I can shine without jewels like a god They see the aura, chill as the corner I'm honest, there's a difference in ya real, cause you're sorta If this was reality tv, you're Porcha Reap the lies, n***a we peep disguise Can't let you roll with the crew, my peeps or I Good vibes, regular dude, these equal eyes Unless you talk down on the boy, then eagle eye Awful, fix ya face when I walk through Stunt on you lames, that's what a boss do Stop making assumptions off of small clues Investigate your life, I got my own view One Yea yea, I got my own business, so i stay in mines- People out there worried about negativity- Your focus needs some readjustment- Get money- One You ain't getting money, what you call it Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet Momma told me always get my fruit from the market Empire mind state, roots from the Garden Ma f***a why lie to a lame though The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats Still make a hater do his thing though Still make a hater do his thing yo
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Written by: Chris Cyphaz, Christopher Bryant
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