ChillinIT - triple j Bars of Steel

[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