CHILL. by Tobe Nwigwe
CHILL. by Tobe Nwigwe

CHILL.

Tobe Nwigwe * Track #2 On THË ØRÎGÎNĀŁS.

CHILL. Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
#GetTwistedSundays
We at it again

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I'm from the Swat, you can get your issue
Every beat, I get to slicing like I'm Yoshimitsu
Knew I had the juice since the fourth grade
Had a chili bowl, but I was down to catch a fade
Ouu, most my partners be catching plays
I only give 'em bars in hopes that it'll catch a slave
Unlock his mental, then build credentials to catch a wave
Up out of poverty; logically, they should give me praise
Ouu, hallelujah on my medulla
They clap for me 'cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer
I try to teach 'em how to maneuver without the Ruger
They say I'm spitting bazookas 'cause the flow is Medusa
That's hard, word to my T. Jones
If your neck got beady-beads, get a heat-comb
Dogface was trapping hard, he had three homes
I asked my partner, "How you popping with a preowned—
Vehicle?" Swear, his thinking remedial
He drive a Charger, but swear it's a Lamborghini coupe
He shop at Zara, but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo
I get on tracks, and do magic just like a genie do
Ouu, one time for the west, though
Two times for the young'un with the best flow
I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke
They hear my bars and feel like the god is celestial
Ouu, Hail Mary, mother of God
I got a partner selling soft, another sell hard
They like Ginobili on the block, ready to catch a charge
I got too many friends in low places, word to Garth
Brooks, and ain't no one shook
'Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crook
They want us all extinct—we halfway, look
And feel like dinosaurs, I ain't hurt, I'm just kinda sore
By the fact that this time of war brought on us is for kinda poor
People who do not mind all sorts of calamity, vanity
My sanity is kinda teetering
The way they misleading the youth to be some idiots
Yep, yep, yep, yep, ouu
I said it
They gassed up: unleaded
Every beat I'm on: beheaded
Come at me wrong and get slid like debit
Or credit, it's the same, just refrain from transactions
Fat bad, had to get shorty like Gene Hackman
E gave me support that was needed to gain traction
And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem classic
Yuh, I ain't lying, I ain't lying, dog
We should go diamond with the pressure we applying, dog
Every beat I get, I hit it with the iron claw
"Be a king": that's the only thing a lion taught
Yuh, Mufasa of mi casa
Where I'm from, they turn imposters to pasta
I'm tryna go from ramen noodles to the lobster
And pay my mama back for every penny that I cost her

[Outro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yuh
Yuh
I ain't playin with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

CHILL. Q&A

Who wrote CHILL.'s ?

CHILL. was written by Tobe Nwigwe.

Who produced CHILL.'s ?

CHILL. was produced by LaNell Grant.

When did Tobe Nwigwe release CHILL.?

Tobe Nwigwe released CHILL. on Sun Mar 04 2018.

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