Chillin’ - Intellectual

[Intro: Mac D.L.E]

Laid back relax like a playa

Laid-back and relax, like a playa

Hostage your homies, all they do is praya

Cool boy all the day, for the night I'm the slaya

I just got the key of the house, cost a call to the mayor

Chillin' with your bitch, might murder her later

Homies turn to foes even tho they know they need my favor

And they know they can't really play me cuz I'm a rule breaker

Baby I'm immortal but if you can, please kill me as a favor

We do this like every day

Smokin' blunts in every way

Blow me a shotgun, my son

So I could be in a daze

Laid back in tha cut cause look I don't give a fuck

Packin' second mini blunts

Chillin' with the indica

In the cut, they know what's up

They bleed and cough, the blades so sharp

I dig a grave for peasant fucks

Who come across my bloody mob

Ain't no regrets, no pit stops, you cross a line, I rip your heart

Out the chest, the jig is up, it's over for you cheesy cunts

Hoe went mad like Britney Spears

Come get your bitch, my clique is here

The sirens gettin loud and louder

Till we all get disappeared

Graveyard full of narcs and pigs

Shit that won't let people sleep

These frightened hoes won't leave their place

We chillin' with a heavy clip

Laid back relax like a playa

Laid back relax like a playa (Laid Back Relax Like aaaa)

Laid back relax like a- like a- like a- like a- like a-

Purple thang gold hammers

Gleamin as I see you pass