Road Rage

By Chillinit

Released on August 15, 2018

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I get away in a fast car like Tracy Chapman

It's my bar but I change my accent

Fuck my bitch and I break the mattress

Escape the blackness, retrace and back step

Rap 'til the stage collapses

Hugh tryna chase and jack men

I got the X-Men I don't wanna move and pack them

Must rather use and rack them, Ugh Ugh!

Weed in a grey Mercedes

I'm cheeky like Asian babies

Everybody talk 'bout how they got the guns and drugs

But don't got none I came here to change the station be myself

You can't be me

Jump on tracks and write raps to beef me

Dont talk smack if ya Ironlaks graffiti

Think back rewind that believe me

Easy, twenty minutes after four

Cops rock and we all stop last resort

Young Adlar jumps on the backyard

Throws up 420 fam on the guardy door

Killed satan, Go ask the lord

Find out what I ordered a casket for

Throw frees online thats basketball

In a alley like oops, Pass the ball

I could dunk these pills in a heartbeat

I just stacked 10 bills in my last week

If you wanna get skills come ask me

Got enough bars I could buy you a bar G

Write you a bar but you couldn't out bar me

Underrated, In safaris

With the warfare, Like Gadafi

So there ain't no Mahatma Ghandi!

I run the army, Ten G's there abouts

Cops askin my Mum for my where abouts

Tell em 420 fam til I wear it out

Weighin' 420 grams and I aired it out

Ugh! Adidas tracksuit Nike top

And the brand new Izzie on my iPod

And I'm still gettin dizzy on my nights off

Still gettin jiggy with a biddy and the lights off

Coz emcees wanna touch my spot

Tell an emcee they can fuck right off

Puff my pot, fuck my thots

Bare emcee he can fuck right off

Party we like to party

We ain't no venga boys we bend the boys

I still don't surrender boys defending the boys

I kill shots send deploy, attention oi

I get the coins

Heads fucked up sesh to avenge the boys

Deniro ya actor pretendin' boy

Need logies, Dont act like ya know me

Blow me, spit real from the dome lad

Wake up winfields and a cone packed

I spit raw rapping for the throwback

Then I make it triple orgasm on a Kodak

I get jaw spasms from a coke bag

Keep raw cabbage for a smoke patch

I roll in peace, Rap god's got a hold of me

Lord take me away, Lord take me away

Lord take me away...

The bud's sweet like chilli thats Red Rock Deli

So the brotha got the head shot ready for the head top, Ugh

Claimin' he rep the 420

But the meth rock makin him shake just like jelly

I'm a real one, I dont fuck with ice

Too smart for the shard or to fuck my life

Wanna go home stoned do the hundred type

And make money on roads while I fuck my wife

She goes crazy, 'coz I fucks her right

We make babies, yeah the blunts are nice

I feel wavy, yellow cup with ice

Off chops this a hell of a life

Like, any second we could die now

Prolly why I'm gettin' high now

Prolly why I keep the swisher on me

'Til I'm hittin' chronic and I ride out

Right now, off and on, off and on, on long flights now

Need to lie down, pressure on my mind swear to god sick of lies now

Don't lie now, fuck me fuck me fuck me real good, this is my town

Australia where ya mates are cunts and we blaze it up 420 fam see what I'm about