Chill Pill - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Bla$ta]

What goes comes around like a windmill

Fuck doggin' a ball, bitch ima ben still

Ima four course nigga fire bitch give me a kid's meal

Come around, where you say you from, shit'll get real

Play with me, be on volume two, huh Kill Bill

When we snatching niggas ass up, welcome to still Bill

We the ones leaves niggas cooked at the chill grill

I just popped another pink 10, these my chill pills

[Verse 2: Mitchell and Bla$ta]

Aye

All these niggas fake, we the real real

Look him in his eyes, hе a snake, that's the real dеal

You ain't in the hood, you a bitch, we in the real field

I'm mad now because I go to jail I don't know how to tell

You ain't gotta break it down to me you can leave it there

[?] on the AC, I brought heaters there

Tryna hit me with those PS2 games, that's all it took the player

Pop a niggas top with the chop, but a fed

Niggas talk a lot I shoot shots in his head

Got his momma crying asking what that nigga did

That nigga dead if you asking where he been