Chillin’

Sitting back in my chair, high as Wiz Khalifa
Eating pizza while taking hits off the reefa
I don't remember shit, like I got amnesia
Leaning to the left like the leaning tower of pisa
No longer stressed out, I'm relaxed completely
Roll a joint so neatly then smoke it discretely
Cause cops being sneaky, they try and defeat me
But they can't beat me, outsmarting them is easy
I grew up in the suburbs, but my mind is urban
Rap's the only thing I'm learnin', Fuck a sermon
I'm a burden, to parent's organs, I'm distrubin'
But I don't give a fuck, I'm a keep puffing and workin'
I determine my own motherfucking destiny
I will never let no one, get the best of me
Keeping my rhyme complexity, is a necessity
The chemistry of my flow shows supremacy
Which is why you sit there, head nodding back and forth
Tapping ashes off your joint, knowing you're only going north

Reflecting on the life I was given
Hitting weed like I just got out of prison
After a long day of being a villain
I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin'
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Puffing on the dankest shit in the area
Fearing nothing never feeling hysteria
Cause my mind is numb, THC is soothing
I'm only improving, forward's where I'm moving
Never taking time to reverse or write free verse
Keep focus and don't get worse is what I rehearse
Fuck anyone who wants to put me in a hearse
Over jealousy, hatred, or cause of a verse
But critics can suck a dick, they don't effect me
One day someone will finally respect me
For going through this shit, no one will neglect me
Anymore, but I can't let dreaming infect me
Cause once I lost focus, my raps will start to suffer
But I'll stay straight, even when it starts to get tougher
But for now, I'm chilling letting this weed cover
Up my pain, hoping it can help me recover

Reflecting on the life I was given
Hitting weed like I just got out of prison
After a long day of being a villain
I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin'
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Sitting back, wondering what goes through people's mind
When they take a hit from a bowl for they first time
Are they trying to find an outlet from the grind?
Or are they trying to fit in? or both combined?
The mainstream for a teenager is to get baked
So the pussies who don't take risks, they start to fake
So they can look cool, and not put their health at stake
But I hate people like this, they make my brain ache
I take a hit to shift off this negativity
And start thinking about the gift god has given me
The ability to express myself in lyrics
Hoping, yet knowing that someone will hear it
So I'm happy, totally faded, with a smile
Determined to always go that extra mile
Never get overwhelmed, no matter how big the pile
Gets, just strap up, continue on while still in style
See, that's the issue facing most people today
Too much complaining, not enough want to slay
The source of pain, anguish, and feelings of dismay
But what do I know? I'm just a teen gone astray
Who chooses to get high on Kush and write rhymes
Watch time fly by, do crimes, but never do time