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Better leave before the jam
Or you'll get stuck

There ain't a single rager with more flavor
I got thirty-six herbs and spices up in the chamber
Secret

Sniff
Clear throat
Ay
Ayyyyyy

Bitch
Bitch

In the cuts with demons
Leave a pussy nigga leaking
No drives bys i Wanna see him
LILO I don't keep

The pyramids we're built by drunks
Do not give up you are latent

Leak
Empty and open
Raw as dead cattle
You're skinned in the process
I said "I'm the most

it’s bout some dough 
Ima get it 
Yeah ima get it
Take the whole bag
Never split it
Girl said I need rehab
Leave that
For quittin
Workaholic driven
Till

to make sure the family ate 
I need to take the blame to there’s no other way 

Come burn some chronic with me I can be your Dr Dre 
Say no names in

The Chronic

Olympic Trials

[Verse 1]

Fairly written, my beloved literature
Begotten spirits of Puritan rocks
That crack rockets, and make you

on the road to these commas
Cut through this beat like Katana
Niggas gon bite like piranha
Ay, leave it to me
Doper than dope you know 2-Fi a key
Never gave up

to fill the needs I seen you wanted yeah
Get it then I flaunt it yeah
By my past I'm haunted
Need you here to ease my mental but I can't just be platonic

Buttered rolls and lobster
When I'm sitting by the beach
Jordan on my sneaks
Go against the team
Better off just drinking bleach
Yeah they hate me for my

so I get by
But being good doesn't always do me right
So it's ripping me apart, burning up inside
I'm useless and if you hang you might find
That I'm

cross me and it's over
You'll be dead slung on my shoulder
That's not a warning, it's a promise
Fuckin' cross me you'll end up in vomit
Leave the club

Ha
Jay go get it, yeah
Aye man Chronic Cloud made the beat
BabyBoy Jay on the beat, huh
Balmainn on em
Bitch I'm ballin' on em

In the stu that

do it with style
Not just style, style and grace
Ill hit you in the face with this funky ass base
Then leave without a trace just in case
You miss me

looking for?
You say you need to see receipts before I leave the store
You can see I'm fly and you hate it
Please say no more
I'd get more love if I was

With no strings
Leave me alone
I'm not even home
But when I come home
Then nigga it's on
The throne is mine
The shine is mine
Y'all aim for the kids like

bout what I never do
I had a jumper y'all were Adam twenty two
And I don't say this all to sound hot
They say you'll find who you are by understanding

Rolling with the squad
While my momma prays to God
A sophisticated gangsta
On college boulevard
Fresh wounds on the brain
Later leave my mind scarred

outside and hunnies calling my name
It's Mic' mothafucking B, Mic' mothafucking B
I'm turning nothing into something, double that then times by 3
This music

code 
Pull a fake niggas card that’s a repo
West coast made west coast raised 
Came up smoking chronic west coast blazed 
I seen lot of shit that y’all

I'm the mayne from the Atlantic Ocean to the pacific sea
Me losing is a mere fairytale
Ya name must be Samuel cause you getting chased by L's
I'm

First I sent you
Deep and manic 
Dismissed me
For my chronic
Laughing all up
In my face
Hey now
Emotional tyrant
I have breakdowns 
Every day

Notoriously Chronic
Adored beyond the cosmics
Noted and applauded through history, iconic
Mentioned by the prophets
I didn't get it but I want it
Took the bag

seen me lately
Kush nugs so fluffy
Reminds me of beanie babies
Just ask the cleaning ladies
When I'm up in the hotel
By the time that I leave
Its 4 or 5

And calmly Create
Harmonic symphonic 
That's powered by chronic 
To givah they ass a new wave
Then roll up a blunt of exotic 
Talkah me down  that's how I