[Chorus: Adam Calhoun]
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel

[Verse 1: Struggle Jennings]
You don't know what I done been through
I don't bitch when the rent due, it's what a bitch do
Shoot the messenger to make sure that it get through
If you got an issue, I gotta hit you
Have your family sniffin' on a tissue, oh, they miss you
Send you off with a middle finger and a kiss, too
Look, I don't gotta get violent
I'm not a tyrant, you can sit still and be silent
I abide to climate
If it's cool, we can put it on ice, let it die, but
If it heat up, I'll pull the heat up
Make you take a seat on the concrete, kick your feet up
Ain't no way that you can beat us
You should feed us, we the dyin' breed and you need us
But it seem you wanna bleed us
Take our freedom, now the mask off, gotta see us
[Chorus: Adam Calhoun]
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel

[Verse 2: Adam Calhoun]
I think everybody's dead
Fully, everybody got beat red
Bully, don't blame me, blame them
Should we probably change everything, then? Amen
Y'all in your feelings, gay men
Who wanna battle? Say, "When"
Think you need a break, take ten
I make more than you make, I don't need to make friends
Get this shit poppin', open the safe and get to robbin'
I ain't goin' back to minimum wage and nine-to-fivin'
I've been shinin' like a diamond, grindin' all of my life
You ain't behind, I'm not even tryin', you not in my sight or my height
You ain't even half-ass, leave you in the past tense, rappin' to trash cans
Let me get to passin', I'ma take the last shot
Tell 'em what you are, I'ma tell 'em what you not
[Chorus: Adam Calhoun]
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel
Boy, you better chill, shit get real
People get killed, yeah, you know the drill
You ain't got the will, better sit still
Blood gets spilled, that's just how I feel