[Intro: ChillinIt]
Hahahahahahaha
Hahahahahahaha
Oh, fuck 'em, bro
Argh, energy
Argh, energy

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Argh, oos! Dropped ya
Shutdown sets, no voice like Lockyer
Still old school with a old school Nokia
Flip the old bars, that'll old school rocks ya
Bitch, keep bouncin'
Andre, brother, the levels are 3000
Marvin Gaye, my brother, I see mountains
They pass me J's, my brother, I need ounces (Argh)
Still fuck hoes on lounges
I puff smoke, get rowdy
Then leave your hotel, fucked up, lookin' all cloudy
You don't know fuck all about me (Fuck off)
Spit like Biggie, get ripped like billies
Tell your bitch to fuck off, get flicked like ciggies
She was all online, tryna get on mine
When I don't reply, well, the bitch gets silly
That's fame though, the raps are fierce
You'll get smacked out the back of the atmosphere
I feel numb to the fact that I lost my son (Fuck)
I can't take back the years (Argh)
Life's a bitch, so we drugged the slut
There's no trust, shit fucks me up
My own mates pull blades for a hundred bucks
And then lie to my face like, "I love you cunts", fuck
See, I bleed from the heart
Don't cross me, cat, 'cause I see through darkness (Argh)
Watch my back for the ones that don't watch my back
For those ones, that's the easiest targets
I'ma bust, bust, bust when the bar spit
I'm a cunt, cunt, cunt of an artist
"Chill, your style is too tech, bro"
Nah, cuz, you're just fuckin' retarded
I won't stop 'til my money gets square
Then make me triangles to get full circle
With more sides than an octagon
I rocks the bong, the smoke I blow, that's full purple
(Cssh, cssh) Sesh on trees
Bruddas, I got sauce like Szechuan beef
Wrecked on beats from the West to East
Just rest in peace, your body gets left on streets
Bassline jump, got a waistline bump
The waistline could break mines, Blake might jump
The brake lights could break and the train might bump
But Blake could ride waves like a Great White does
How you do that? You should love me
I'm on the mic, cuz, I get ugly
It's a hype one, you can suck me
Do I look like I give a fuck, G?
[Chorus: ChillinIt]
I'm still out to grind
I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins
I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)
420 fam got the energy
I'm still out to grind
I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins
I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)
420 fam got the energy (Argh)

[Verse 2: Wombat]
I'm still risin' at midnight
Been dyin' to live life, but I sit tight
Why would a king lie
They wanna switch sides? Think twice
You're on thin ice, don't slip like a trip wire
I could ignite, then I spit fire
Shit, I been diggin' my way to hell
Sick of sinnin', wishin' I prayed for help
Swiggin' liquor, thinkin' I ain’t myself
I’m crazy, I wasn't gonna drop a verse on 'em
I was silent at work on the grind
Just determined on earnin' my stripes
But the serpents are sly, someone’s heard of me
Why is this whole scene concerned with my personal life?
It’s a circus, alright, the blur in the line
Serve and divide's got me on a murderous vibe
I should burn 'em alive with the words that I write
Nah, fuck that they can work for their worth
'Cause they ain’t even deservin' the limelight
Yeah, I been workin' the night life
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she heard what I rhyme like
Livin' this up, still I stick to my guns
Give a fuck, I’m a pessimist, after your neck
I pull the heart from my chest and then I laugh as I step on it
Dark and malevolent, energy, sparkin' like Edison
Harness adrenaline, we're chargin' ahead of 'em
And I still bleed with a pen and pad
Been where the devil's at, leadin' to hell and back
See, I’m a freak, ain’t no tellin' that
It’s a fact, so we’re peakin' for weeks so we never crash
Sec at the back and they're second guessin' with jealousy
Never test a remedy, reppin' next to the chemistry
I represent the veterans, they've be tellin' me, "Get it, G"
420 fam, it's a telekinetic energy, ooh
[Break: Wombat]
Fuckin' oath
We fuckin', you ready, Chill, yeah?
Fuckin' get 'em with that verse, brother

[Verse 3: ChillinIt]
Introverted extrovert
I’m fucked up, so I sesh the herb, wreck the verse
And I’m selfish at best and it wrecks my girl
That’s a test and it wrecks my world and she knows it
Lost my son though, against my word
The tension's worse, it’s turned to regrettin' her
I best reverse, I can’t, so it’s best to learn not to stress
Now I got my shot, I can’t blow this

[Chorus: ChillinIt]
I'm still out to grind
I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins
I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)
420 fam got the energy
I'm still out to grind
I get a bad bitch high in the Calvin Kleins
I said, "Fuck, girl, look in my eyes" (Argh)
420 fam got the energy (Argh)

[Outro: ChillinIt]
Hahahaha, welcome to my album, bros
Gonna be highs and lows, gonna be energy
Gonna have to strap yourself in, motherfucker
Argh