Chronic Medley

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah And this is exactly what I do nigga [Verse 1] I got the aura of some Stace Abrams (Fresh) I play the backend niggas never see the paper stacking Climaxing, relaxation at the office Taxation when your family is paying for hour coffee I posted in some bright Nikes, shoutout to the standouts One of your homies got knocked out You was the first one that ran out Damn all the trees done ran out Can't go to the weed man with my hand out Ran down a flight of stairs with my bike on my shoulder My oldest nephew a soldier Rest in peace to my homie Fleet, peace to Misha G Shouts to my boy big Town he eat the [?] Shouts to my nigga double L Cape Town is where you find me I'm by the forest no sign of pine trees Don't mind me Nigga they gon' rewind me It takes time to be this cold they ain't trying to sign me It's a DIY world don't get caught in the shit slipping Because your whole career could be somebody else's mission The distance is to keep it more than six feet You ain't gotta wonder who it is nigga This V (Me nigga) I been rejected, neglected and separated (Facts) It took a long time , long as the message made it Seems to be fading debating if I'm the greatest Niggas not cold because they draped in the latest (Naw) Drive away from my wheel so fast (Skirt) Keep a towel by the pedal so the heel won't drag I don't like tight jeans I like to feel my stacks Baby no air in my pillows please feel my sacks Green loafers my whole team coaches Rolling up sticky as I sit on the cream sofa Cherish life before it's gone Put all the weed in a duffle I'm going home [Chorus] Scheduled design, scheduled design May we go around, go around 7,000 times Scheduled design, scheduled design May we go around, go around 7,000 times [Verse 2] I'm sick of the same shit different toilet type of days High as hell on the low end boiling up the haze Destroying all the old phases, amazing, accomplished, astonishing Victor is the shit when he vomiting That's another way of saying I'm spitting these bars Can't rap about rappers next year and still get a job The biggest problem with odds is nobody playing the end yet How many rappers I done fought without the semi man Mix tape placements not doing shit regardless It's legends asking internet to tag the hardest artist Then they jump into the aspiring artist email to ask if they're hungry Then turn into vultures and ask them for money But the thing is it's not even the legends that's doing it It's a big ass company that slid in to ruin it (Fuck) Pay the legends so they hand out their handle Then they suck money from rappers man that shit is a scandal The world evolve but I'm never changing (Naw) I tried to smoke with Queen Key before she got famous (Baby) On my birthday I knew she was gonna be a spin goddess I wasn't tripping I still blew ten regardless Me and Doc in this three bedroom apartment on top of a parlor I offered a lot of rappers charter I done moved on from targeting rappers now Greenthumbs is happy The rappers that I don't like is still on the attack sheet (I'm happy dog) No nigga gon' back me I do this shit alone Everyday I put the keys in my home So what that tell you? I'm never gon' lose far from failure G It's always gonna be somebody displaying jealousy (Gems) So while you're here nigga just inhale the weed My nigga form NY about to mail the weed It's a chore to say alive to the core Kush got smoked time to ride to the store [Outro] And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store