No Chill

[Verse 1: Stephen Smith]
It's the golden child nigga, I been at it since birth
Don’t count money, I count blessings to determine my worth
Yes sir
[?] passed away last week and it hurt
Caught a plane to New Orleans to put her back in the earth
I got a cheque from my cousin, Nicky sniffing that white
Got that Vodka from mama, I mix it up with my sprite
Mindy stay coming over 'cause I be fucking her right
Brittany always talking shit 'cause I ain’t staying the night
I got a lot on my mind, get the fuck out my face
I'm never cuffing you bitches 'cause I be needing my space
Nigga I ain't your bro, no I can not relate
Home of the Warriors, should be allowed to come out and play
[?] underdog, young rebel, fuck the law
OGs calling me they nephew, but we'll kill like Uncle Scar
Oh my god, it's a shame
All my niggas wanna sling
I ain't tripping, know the system so my nigga do your thing
Your girl period was late, got a daughter on the way
And them bills you gotta pay, landlord bugging 'cause you late
And he want that rent today, he can’t wait another day
9-to-5 ain’t paying shit so fuck that 401k
He gon' take the AK, heavy with the gunplay
Bring it right up to the bank, take that money out the safe
Pop the witness in the lake, disappear without a trace
I ain’t seen shit my nigga, this ain't the first 48, nah

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to god my soul to take
If I should live for other days
I pray the lord to guide my ways

[Chorus: Stephen Smith]
Coming outta Vegas, we [?] still
Bitches know I'm too real
Niggas know I'm too real
They just know I’m, know I'm too real
I [?] new thrill
Coldest nigga in the game but how you still got no chill
Too real
Bitches know I'm too real
Niggas know I'm too real
Too real, they just know I'm, know I'm too real
I [?] new thrill
Coldest nigga in the game but how you still got no chill

[Verse 2: K.A.A.N.]
Check it out, I'm minding my business
By the time that they realize
You surprised with the way that I done it
No one else ever this cool
Let a young nigga move, make my steps
No substitution for this
The risk is measured by your actions
Is you hungry or not?
Don't bring no irrelevant plots
You can fuck around and hate but I'm not
Bitch I feel great thanks to God
No squad at all, I'm solo dolo
Oh no, hold up, how the hell can you assume that you got it?
My shit more Summa Cum Laude
Find me at the top of the class
I'ma get it with the passion you lack
Matter of fact, I'm the coldest alive
Live a lie, man I swear that I don't
I'm aware and I know what I want
Push the limits in attempts that I reach ya
Release my speech through the speakers
I lead the weak to water, falsify the facts of the fake
I cultivate a new belief, my grief is based in insanity
I pray someone can save me
I've been ignoring the obvious
I never stop for the bullshit
Hit 'em with the real, yes I will
Nigga I can give a fuck how you feel
No comparison to me, let that build

[Chorus: Stephen Smith]
Coming outta Vegas, we [?] still
Bitches know I'm too real
Niggas know I'm too real
They just know I'm, know I'm too real
I [?] new thrill
Coldest nigga in the game but how you still got no chill
Too real
Bitches know I'm too real
Niggas know I'm too real
Too real, they just know I'm, know I'm too real
I [?] new thrill
Coldest nigga in the game but how you still got no chill