Hook:

Hold up

Real chill

Real spill

Never fill me in

Pulling out the pin

Like you about to blow a Grenade

Never fade

Out of my conscience

The thought of you makes me nauseous

You’re a toxin

Or a poison

Verse:1

Well I never thought In the future

That this would come from a loser

And I’m not even a junior

And my music spread like a rumor

So then I focused on humor

But Now I’m feeling newer

And I’m making shit smoother

And I’m just chill like a cooler

But I’m just getting started

And I’ll make music regardless

If I get far

Or I get held back like a harness

Beg me your pardon

We smoking weed out garden

That shit be fresh and it’s harmless

So we can deal with the tarnish

Yeah

Hook:

Real chill

Real spill

Never fill me in

Pulling out the pin

Like you about to blow a Grenade

Never fade

Out of my conscience

The thought of you makes me nauseous

You’re a toxin

Or a poison

Real chill

Real spill

Never fill me in

Pulling out the pin

Like you about to blow a Grenade

Never fade

Out of my conscience

Bitch you’re a toxin