Painstakingly Quiet The pot boils as I meet with my clients, and we speak without license Creep, so we eat in this climate But this heat wont stop rising Yo my peoples is pilots Hella baked, I delegate who is seemingly highest My deeming unbiased, out to stack cream so the team move in silence You aint got no license You aint got no stylin Wanna move that green, but you aint got those prices Slices of enemies add to the light of my legacy Plight of the density cracked Right on the left of me, Cheffery tight when the recipe lacks Travel to 70s half of me stays, a quarter gets high but the rest of me back Heavenly smacked This is how I feel, its so surreal how Chef could spit The vividness is ill, I shit on tracks thats excrement Youtube Me, Google Me Who knew me? Who flew with me? All the real spitters, all the real hittas, on the real missions for the jewelry Ladies Man, Sean Connery Type of spitter that you wannabe, marijuana trees. Who put your girl right on to me? Maybe you should ask her, so many have ran threw that thing that maybe you should tax her Try and make a come up, double that and shutup Dollasz wussup with the wussup? Cant afford a cut, let alone a cup, counting change to get that lonely dutch What the fuck, my situation sucks, I need more chips than Utz, I need more fifths and trucks Its ridiculous who do these bitches lust? Its How I Feel, Im just keepin it real, if you dont fuck with the Chef fall asleep at the wheel If you fuck with the rest, then your people I kill, half empty, half full, or is it equally filled? Its How I Feel We are not one in the same league, mainly, you cannot even rhyme vaguely, Me I just kill them beats daily Namely, this one, open the rum and just sip some, open the Pauly and piff one, open the ladies I smoke and its hazy, my music to youth is like coke to the 80s, devoted its crazy, I wrote in amazement so fall back Gettin two broads at once, my fans know what to call that Fifth grade watching all that, from an early age I wondered where its all at At 17 discovered the mic, its all rap Scriptures release from my pen, pictures asleep in my head, carefully creep from the fed Pisces sun, eating his bread as retina is eerily red ah Im so focused, tryna get myself noticed, pulling strings violist, its farfetched I know this My bars flex atrocious, flow Carmex and lotion, Im keepin em smooth, lightin em up as Im peepin this doob Lighted as fuck as Im eating this food, Ive met many women, none as equal to you Its How I Feel baby Im speaking the truth
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