Just Chill - Intellectual

[Chorus: Kobe]

I'mma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here these streets is so greasy

That's why I get high

I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open

Screaming out fuck the world

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]

My baby mama tripping, my son need Pampers

I'm itching for a cigarette, my lungs need the cancer

My liver's asking where the liquor's at

And more money more problems is the anthem

Sing along if you know this song

An ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood

Turn loose to a world no good, every application rejected because of his record

A lot has seen this movie to the credits

Living in this ghetto with no question

High blood pressure, stressing, high gas prices searching for a high to suppress it

Some people turn to the church and search all hope

Looking for that ribbon in the sky

But there's a chair and a rope for most who can't hope

And a note when their last tear cry, goodbye

[Chorus: Kobe]

I'mma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here these streets is so greasy

That's why I get high

I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open

Screaming out fuck the world

[Verse 2: Bun B]

I mean I'm sick of lies they keep telling me

The bullshit propaganda that they're selling me

I just caught another felony and mama saying this time is all on me

She ain't bailing me out, no money for a lawyer so I'm stuck with a P.D

Repping on the side with a CD

I keep asking him how does my case look

All he do is tweet and update his facebook

I had a fight last night on the tier, gave me 6 more months, I'm looking at a year

Say he want revenge I'mma show no fear, don't make me have to earn another tattoo tear

Dear God, I wonder can you save me

Because these 4 walls got me going crazy

My shawty 'bout to have my baby, so me I gotta get it, no if, ands, or maybes so fuck the world

[Chorus: Kobe]

I'mma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here these streets is so greasy

That's why I get high

I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open

Screaming out fuck the world

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

The game different, these young bucks got it twisted

All this snitching I can't get with it

I just seen dudes sell with a lizard that hug they kids and kiss their wife on a visit

These young chickens out here bumpin' kittens, male teens and skinny jeans they're out here switching

Mike check listen, the glove glisten, the moon walk, the Thriller theme the jacket, a hundred zippers

The earth shifting, the earth speaking, earthquakes in China tsunami and Cali drifting

I'm trying to circle the Ka'baa but try and kiss it

If you believe all you can be then why enlist in?

All you Oil thieves in foreign lands without permission, open your eyes and ears, people listen

The last days is here dawg, the time is ticking

Until judgment day clear

[Chorus: Kobe]

I'mma just chill, lay low and stay breezy

Out here these streets is so greasy

That's why I get high

I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky

Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open

Screaming out fuck the world