Chezè Librè

Lyrics

[Intro] One two one two one two Aye at least I know how to read No matter anything else (Get live motherfucker) Word (Nine five motherfucker) [Verse 1] Yo Niggas play this game all kind of foul Guaranteed without a doubt God damn you out of bounds I heard them shooting like the buzzer started counting down Nicholas Cannon with it, god damn you wilding out Somewhere out of town LJ signing out Cuz every time our laws won, niggas want a problem now God damn you out of line Boy look at your follow count Drop the Jansport commercial, niggas wanna swallow now Fuck the politics, no longer have the tolerance They talking who's the hottest shit and I don't get acknowledgement When niggas favorite rapper on some 'can I have a dollar' shit But I been counting gualas since the most blunted saga kicked Comments in Independent artistry ain't all legit Real shit look so bootlegged to all the counterfeits All of my integrity I couldn't learn to part with it Now who go the hardest while these other niggas hardly win [Interlude] (Nine five motherfucker) Aye man Ah, nah it's cool Heh-heh (Get live motherfucker) Whatever, don't ever disrespect me though (All the time motherfucker) Especially if you ain't even (On the grind motherfucker, ooo!) Whatever (Make it shine motherfucker) Everybody know (All the time motherfucker) Shit, Google know with its fucking, eight thousand- (Running on your mind motherfucker) -eight hundred thousand plus pages about me (Nine five motherfucker) I get- [Verse 2] Real Soon as they don't get this shit they want from you they gon' send the taunts at you, god damn these niggas wild Childish as a little kid, god damn you out of bounds Shots from this Twitter screaming god damn you niggas foul In the corner with some gunge, you're like the only child Fuck what you and your homies going on about, I'm talking now DJ, uh, leave a nigga [?] before we bark it out Cuz when since the eighties jamming loud we can't talk it out 8 hours away from hometown, but still talk of town Murder every bad bitch in sight, I'm tryna chalk 'em out Still at the villa with Camilla kicking proper sound I promise every nigga out my town is spitting watered down Ain't nobody Iron Man, these niggas all Robert Down You thinking you It, the wrong kind of clown (heh) You could find me casually outside my momma house Blowing on the loudest bum around, what we talking 'bout [Interlude] For real though (Get live motherfucker) What we doing Okay so I was gonna (All the time motherfucker) (Money on the mind motherfucker) Heard them weak niggas from the San Diego shit too (That ain't your prime motherfucker, ooo!) (Get live motherfucker) I don't get it man (All the time motherfucker) I really do this shit for a living tho, it's the thing (Nine five motherfucker) Yeah (On your mind motherfucker, ooo!) [Verse 3] Yo Niggas ride the whole wave but that real shit remain ours They talk shit in late April and get May showers A strong movement made the coolest niggas hate ours They can recreate ours but they can never take ours The drunken master as I slide through with great bars Causing a ruckus bring your manager and HR Who need an AR no contest in bay (brrr) We grow grade A [?] with good hands like State Farm No legal team but smart enough to pass the state bar We [?] God damn Actually nah I figure just let it ride out [Outro] So the trip gets lighter. And I start to realize maybe this was some weird sort of spiritual journey. The little guy in the bag was the unknown angst that I had inside of me tryna show me that none of this shit really matters in the end. At least that's what I'm telling myself I guess. So I almost think I mastered this shit right? I almost think I got this acid shit right by the tits but just like life and everyone in mine it fucks me. Sends me down another emo goth boy side road, down a darkened, saddened path. Cue the music bag boy