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CHILL. - Tobe Nwigwe Lyrics




Get twisted Sundays

We at it again



Look I'm from the swat

You can get ya issue

Every beat I get to slicing

Like I'm Yoshimitsu



Knew I had the juice since the 4th grade

Had a chili bowl but I was down to catch a fade



Ouu MOST my patnas be catching plays



I only give em bars in hopes That it'll catch a slave



Unlock his mental then build credentials to catch a wave



Up outta poverty logically they should gimme praise



Oou Hallelujah on my medulla

They clap for me cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer

I try to teach em how to Maneuver without the ruger

They say I'm spittin bazookas cause the flow is medusa



That's hard

Word to my t Jones

If yo neck got beady beads get a heat comb

Dogface was trappin hard he had 3 homes

I asked my partner how you poppin with a preowned



Vehicle swear his thinking remedial

He drive a charger but swear it's a Lamborghini coupe

He shop at Zara but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo

I get on tracks and do magic just like a genie do



Ouu One time for the west tho

2 times for the youngin with the best flow

I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke

They hear my bars and feel like the God is celestial



Ouu



Hail Mary. Mother of God

I gotta Patna sellin soft another sell hard

They like Ginobili on the block ready to catch a charge

I got to too many friends in low places word to Garth



Brooks, and ain't no one shook

Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crook

They want us all extinct we halfway look



And feel like dinosaurs, I ain't hurt I'm just kinda sore, by the fact that this time of war, brought on us is for kinda poor, people who do not mind all sorts of calamity vanity my sanity is kinda teetering the way they misleading the youth to be some idiots yep yep yep yep ouu



I said it

They gassed up... unleaded

Every beat I'm on. Be-headed

Come at me wrong and get slid like debit



Or credit it's the same just refrain from transactions

Fat bad had to get shorty like Gene Hackman

E gave me support that was needed to gain traction

And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem classic



Yuh I ain't lyin I ain't lyin dog

We should go diamond with the pressure we applying dog

Every beat I get I hit it with the iron claw

Be a king that's the only thing a lion taught



Yuh



Mufasa of mi casa

Where I'm from they turn imposters to pasta

I'm tryna go from ramen noodles to the lobster

And pay my mama back for every penny that I cost her



Yuh

Yuh

I ain't playin with ya



Yea yea yea


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