Chill 32

[Intro]
Uh, (Like what do you mean?) Look, ha
Aight, (Nah, fuck I don’t know) My bro
Back with some chill motherfucking vibes
(Alright) Look

[Verse]
Aw, come and call me the Medusa, yo I be getting you stoned
I have changed, I have grown, I’m amazed on growth but still
We about to cruise, smoking billy’s around the bush
Have a doof, I’ll relax in the back and I pack the kush
Like ooo, yo we be living in the peace
Every shit cunt, mouldering crap, catching our breeze
And every sad sack is imagining what it be
To be a mad lad, chatting back, having their demons under control
But first I gotta top up the bowl
Never slacking, you ain’t won’t еver catch me hop on the doll
Look, now I’ll nеver say I don’t slip
But don’t trip, I’m still aiming out to Mars and won’t miss
So sick and focused
If I listen clear, I can hear you scream 'I’m the dopest'
Oh shit, y’all be riding my waves
And if I’m quiet, I can kinda hear the whining and hate
Damn, I deliver with the confidence
The don, I got that mix of the rhyme and flow, shit
So mean that it’s monstrous
Badonkadonks, I see when I ignite the show
Too dope, it’s Seaning, he’s back
And he’s leaping, the traction he seeps from his tracks
He’s so nice huh, in real life, yuh
My bros chill and they drip them good vibes
Pick up that mic, chillest flows but it’s hot
Ain’t nobody up the scene got what I got
Nah, except a mouth and a brain to make a verse
Only difference is that I know how it fucking works
And ladies, now I know my fucking worth
You chase me down to make you up and squirt
Shit, yo, we be forging a palace
They call me Darwin boy, but I was born in Alice, arghh!

[Outro]
My bro (My bro), my bro (My bro), my br- bro, that's too dope (Ah!)
My bro (My bro), my bro (My bro), my br- bro, that's too dope (Aye)
My bro, my br- bro-, my bro, my br- bro- that's too dope (Ahh!)
That- that's too dope (Facts), that- that's too dope (My bro)

Shit, ha

[Produced by Homage]