Chill Pill

Chillin in a cul de sac You say you repping colors Wait and see whats inside of the pack Living in suburbia Disturbia we bringing on the horrors Face em, real violence is so horrid Sit down Ya fake is dripping from ya eyes Pull my mask down show you terror Its okay everybody dies All these damn cries Gut em where he lies Actin real tough Never been in gen pop Bet ya changing face Once you gettin boo bopped Kid you're hiding from the safety of a keyboard Pressing buttons feeling like a lord When you're fucking bored Bitch made mutha fuckas' Claiming homicidal Ready to wet ya At the fucking drop of a dime yo No color gonna matter but the black at the wake Peppered up Your face on the shirt with the date No respect for the business you partake And if you feel a certain way then homie God is waiting at the pearly gates Satan in need of a friend Why do I need to pretend Playing these stupid fucking games Ya mama tears will feed my kin Punk bitch Don't forget Dotti gotta lotta problems And the only way to solve em' Couple of souls to calm him You can't turn the light out Never had a fight now Lookin like a class clown Time to sit your ass down Looking like a joke Speaking like you're broke Pussy in disguise of a man Drop your pride Stop the fucking lies Speaking lots of games So you're dropping all these names Oh fuck the bullshit claims All the shame still remains Man you fucking lost it Tried to double cross it Take another loss It's so obvious you're toxic Tik tokin vids With a Glock To you hip Talking shit Willing to bet you'll dip When the first shot clicks Pop Boom Pussy wimp Acting like a pimp Safe and sound inside your room Far away from all the doom Making Lots of threats From an air conditioned condo Acting like you're black When you're blonde though Living with your mom yo Pop a clip Now come on bro Little pussy boy Acting like a crip Fucking gonzo You can't turn the lights down You can't take them on