Chillin

{verse]
Give a fuck about your issues man I can’t relate
Too much money on my plate, too much drama shit can wait
Need my commas roll the tape, need my package at the gate
Mfs throwin shots they be testin my faith
Bottle down or I end up doing dumb shit
I ain’t even worried bout the company you run with
We outside doin everything but run lip
Ain't no back and forth all I gotta do is one trip
Immigration wasn’t fun, but I’m no dummy
Show up at the club tell the hoes that I’m bad bunny, talk to me
Chillin like it’s 99, no swine, everything kosher
Click tight moving like the fucking cosa nostra
Pops used to tell me "sina vso ne tak uz prosta"
This is how it looks when you do what you supposed to
Flashy in my dunks every step is a poster
Bet I fucking post up מגן דוד holster
Ask yourself you really wanna be me?
Drop top 20 miles an hour so they see me
Hollywood ain’t what you see on tv
It’s easy to put a couple baguettes go and pile up a debt
You reppin for teams but you ain’t puttin on for your set
You wanna be real but homie this as real as it gets
The chips are down and you ain’t got enough for the bet
This is coordinated warfare missiles for beats
I write my own shit brodie you just read it and weap
I fucking hate losing so I’m always playing for keeps
And if rap ain’t enough to burry you we hittin the streets