Life (Chopped & Screwed)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, this The Chayce, baby

[Verse 1]
Life, what the fuck that
Somebody tell me, can I get a fucking answer please?
Get on my hands and knees and pray to some immortal being
That don't even fucking exist but that's what you supposed to
Thought I'd acknowledge it, I am quite the opposite
Marijuana politics, ain't with all the godly
Piff-piff, I've built a tolerance, only smoke the finest shit
Promise that I'd give you a st-dack if you could find this
Po-Polo down, designer fit, [?] Illuminati shit
Back and forth, Papi shit, you won't get the half of
Brit-British egg, ménagin' chicks, faces while she toppin' it
See right through her when my dick in her esopha-

[Interlude]
Ha ha, fuck around with these niggas
Listen, ugh, yo

[Verse 2]
That um-umbrella over ya head when it's a rainy
Hey-hey, buddy, what ya say? Think it's gonna rain to-
I ain't, I ain't puffing haze today, save that for another
Prepar-preparing for another winter, this one here another winter
Shell toe type of nigga, slow text type of
Fig-figure, "Why write her, nigga?" Like you if she like you
It's all, it's all about perspective, why I'm well respected
Most of what's suggested has never been object-
There I, there I go, using that n-word, never say "never"
That's insanity, never [?]
All 'bout my cheddar but gotta stay clear of the rats
It's like ancient Europe, how the fuck I'm 'posed to that-that?
'Specially when they disguised as your friends
Vanilla skies, no roof on the Benz, and we cruis-
Bad bitch behind the wheel, making manuev-
Ba-baby girl a trooper, gate-way drug abus-
Cook-cook, fuck and clean, type of shit I could get used
Make-make her ass holler in the morning like a roost-
But I'm, but I'm more rasta, favorite color green
Fiend for money and the ganja, everybody singin'
Like the motherfucking opera, take that shit to Oprah
Nigga, your R&B days is over, what the fuck?
Bu-bu-burning holes in your fucking sofa
The bear on my sweater ain't polar
Nigga, Po-Polo, skip on the lo-
This-this here for grown folk
Fuck the rest of the beat, this shit slow-mo

[Outro]
It's quiet, H'z