[Intro: ChillinIt]

Hahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahaha

Oh, fuck 'em, bro

Argh, energy

Argh, energy

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]

Argh, oos! Dropped ya

Shutdown sets, no voice like Lockyer

Still old school with a old school Nokia

Flip the old bars, that'll old school rocks ya

Bitch, keep bouncin'

Andre, brother, the levels are 3000

Marvin Gaye, my brother, I see mountains

They pass me J's, my brother, I need ounces (Argh)

Still fuck hoes on lounges

I puff smoke, get rowdy

Then leave your hotel, fucked up, lookin' all cloudy

You don't know fuck all about me (Fuck off)

Spit like Biggie, get ripped like billies

Tell your bitch to fuck off, get flicked like ciggies

She was all online, tryna get on mine

When I don't reply, well, the bitch gets silly

That's fame though, the raps are fierce

You'll get smacked out the back of the atmosphere

I feel numb to the fact that I lost my son (Fuck)

I can't take back the years (Argh)

Life's a bitch, so we drugged the slut

There's no trust, shit fucks me up

My own mates pull blades for a hundred bucks

And then lie to my face like, "I love you cunts", fuck

See, I bleed from the heart

Don't cross me, cat, 'cause I see through darkness (Argh)

Watch my back for the ones that don't watch my back

For those ones, that's the easiest targets

I'ma bust, bust, bust when the bar spit

I'm a cunt, cunt, cunt of an artist

"Chill, your style is too tech, bro"

Nah, cuz, you're just fuckin' retarded

I won't stop 'til my money gets square

Then make me triangles to get full circle

With more sides than an octagon

I rocks the bong, the smoke I blow, that's full purple

(Cssh, cssh) Sesh on trees

Bruddas, I got sauce like Szechuan beef

Wrecked on beats from the West to East

Just rest in peace, your body gets left on streets

Bassline jump, got a waistline bump

The waistline could break mines, Blake might jump

The brake lights could break and the train might bump

But Blake could ride waves like a Great White does

How you do that? You should love me

I'm on the mic, cuz, I get ugly

It's a hype one, you can suck me

Do I look like I give a fuck, G?

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

I'm still out to grind

I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins

I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)

420 fam got the energy

I'm still out to grind

I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins

I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)

420 fam got the energy (Argh)

[Verse 2: Wombat]

I'm still risin' at midnight

Been dyin' to live life, but I sit tight

Why would a king lie

They wanna switch sides? Think twice

You're on thin ice, don't slip like a trip wire

I could ignite, then I spit fire

Shit, I been diggin' my way to hell

Sick of sinnin', wishin' I prayed for help

Swiggin' liquor, thinkin' I ain’t myself

I’m crazy, I wasn't gonna drop a verse on 'em

I was silent at work on the grind

Just determined on earnin' my stripes

But the serpents are sly, someone’s heard of me

Why is this whole scene concerned with my personal life?

It’s a circus, alright, the blur in the line

Serve and divide's got me on a murderous vibe

I should burn 'em alive with the words that I write

Nah, fuck that they can work for their worth

'Cause they ain’t even deservin' the limelight

Yeah, I been workin' the night life

Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she heard what I rhyme like

Livin' this up, still I stick to my guns

Give a fuck, I’m a pessimist, after your neck

I pull the heart from my chest and then I laugh as I step on it

Dark and malevolent, energy, sparkin' like Edison

Harness adrenaline, we're chargin' ahead of 'em

And I still bleed with a pen and pad

Been where the devil's at, leadin' to hell and back

See, I’m a freak, ain’t no tellin' that

It’s a fact, so we’re peakin' for weeks so we never crash

Sec at the back and they're second guessin' with jealousy

Never test a remedy, reppin' next to the chemistry

I represent the veterans, they've be tellin' me, "Get it, G"

420 fam, it's a telekinetic energy, ooh

[Break: Wombat]

Fuckin' oath

We fuckin', you ready, Chill, yeah?

Fuckin' get 'em with that verse, brother

[Verse 3: ChillinIt]

Introverted extrovert

I’m fucked up, so I sesh the herb, wreck the verse

And I’m selfish at best and it wrecks my girl

That’s a test and it wrecks my world and she knows it

Lost my son though, against my word

The tension's worse, it’s turned to regrettin' her

I best reverse, I can’t, so it’s best to learn not to stress

Now I got my shot, I can’t blow this

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

I'm still out to grind

I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins

I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)

420 fam got the energy

I'm still out to grind

I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins

I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)

420 fam got the energy (Argh)

[Outro: ChillinIt]

Hahahaha, welcome to my album, bros

Gonna be highs and lows, gonna be energy

Gonna have to strap yourself in, motherfucker

Argh