ChillinIT - triple j Bars of Steel

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, big up to triple j for having us through Big up to 420 Fam, triple-two-oh I wanted to come through and spit something from the heart You know what I mean? I been grinding, stacking paper Come for a trip with me on my life, real shit Argh, check [Verse] I got Chivas Regal, Vanilla Coke and a mini Beetle Stripper hoes sniffin' on Sniff, listenin' to Beanie Sigel People evil, and I ain't talkin' Knievel I'm talkin' the loudest option if doctors give you a needle I was blazin' the bush like Arabian kush And I'm the reason that my fam ain't gotta stay in no hood See, I want Kanye West crib and kids with weird names It's like they Kanye West kids, I want Kanye's best shit The college dropout, gold diggin', the problem son I rock the blunt then run it up just like I'm Forrest Gump I call my dealer, get kush out of Venezuela Get twenty shots of tequila and rock 'em until the bottle's done I swear to God I never drink a lot, think a lot Whenever I did, well, yeah, I didn't stop Nah, this ain't no fuckin' Tamagotchi or a Digimon There ain't no restart button if I say your shit is gone It's all over, six figures and digits while I was sippin' pot Dodgin' shitty charges for larceny at the city shops You ever drove a four-pack around your city block And took the back streets 'cause you knew about the busy spots? Argh, I'm cashed up now my lyrics pop You aren't gon' get to see my millions 'cause your shit is soft What can I say? I'm livin' life, yeah, I didn't stop Aimin' for the stars, kept my pride, yeah, I live a lot Livin' my dream, yeah, livin' my dream All I did was spit my bars and do my ish for the scene And I dick down the bad hoes and the bitches that keen Spread my positive energy with my message of weed Wanna judge me? Judge me, go ahead and judge me I juggle in the jungle like Jumanji And you can call me junkie Swimmin' through this money, barramundi Real talk just like you rappers' undies, full o' shit Ha, so why you slanging that? You ain't hard if you smoke rock with a fanny pack You ain't hard if you pop-pop where your Xannies at The kush is lookin' pink like Floyd, I'll be Manny Pacq– Punch that, weed up in my rucksack, duck that If jacks come, then we be known to tuck that We don't give an uck, lad Cool, never lost my calm once, lad My girl just like the Notre Dame hunchback, ugly as fuck Argh, I need a nicer diva Finder's keeper, I'm smokin' up on some white sativa Nice to meet ya, wildin' it while I the vibe the speaker With the baddest bitches that ridin' me like Makybe Diva The trifecta, the rhyme stepper, the vibe setter Smokin' on some kush that has the white texture And my pleasure comes from searching life until I find treasure I put my mum inside some nice leather And my Mary is for personal use I'm Proud Mary with that Mary, Tina Turner with doobs I learned from the youth, the red rum and murder the booth Kill a mic from outer space up to the earth and the moon I swear I ain't been a part of any system that they made So I'm smokin' on my swishers by the bay And the jacks in hood rats the only shit that I invade And if life gives me lemons, I am makin' lemonade I'mma grow a fuckin' lemon tree, take it to my grave So the day that Chillin dies, all my brothers gettin' paid And they sippin' lemonade [Outro] And that's real talk, bro I do this for my fam, I do this for my mum I do this for the day ones in my life, and that's real life shit 420 fam, down under hip hop