[Intro: Chasey The Illest]
Hello?
Aye what up doe?
Nah man I'm just chillin with this notebook
*laughs*
You know me!
Yup..
Finna change somebody's life with this one day dog...
You gotta believe me
It's gonna be amazing...
Yeah...
Yeah...
Aye
Aye yo hold up bro...
I gotta go, you know what I mean?
Dreams await

[Verse 1: Chasey The Illest]
Yup, yup..
Yo while you waiting for your dreams to come true
I got a pair of Nikes on running to the dreams with my crew
And we ain't neck and neck
Dropping tracks like Shaq because I break the net
No respect
Like when n***as pulling techs
That's a foul and an upset
Who's up next?
You lose
Cause I heard the one in front of the gun really rules
Peep the news
Lighting up and then I burn like the fuse
No Metro
But I'm booming
You can bet that its true
Tryna move up out the city like "look at this view"
I gotta focus
It's funny how I write the dopest when I'm feeling hopeless
Boy I been like this for a minute if you ain't notice
Because I lost a Lotus Flower to the fucking roaches
Now I'm bugging
Gave all my sweet love
And in return I got nothing
Oh, I'm fronting
Like we could've been...
Uhh
Whoa
Look, switch it up
I'm kinda lost deep into the sauce
I really need the good thoughts
I'm going mad
Yo, I'm thinking bad
Yellow tape, flashing lights, and tons of bodybags
And if we run out get the glad
Cause you trash
Don P, what's up?
[Verse 2: Don P]
What up doe Chasey?
You know n***as like to talk man...
Aye, let it breathe
Let it...
Breathe...

(Aye)
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh...
I'm on some playa shit..
I run my city by myself, I'm on some mayor shit
It's never bout what you got...
It's bout what you make of it....
You gotta be tough enough just to take a risk...
(Hard body)
And ha!
And all these bitches on my call log
A fly n***a hang up and say the call lost
(Beep)
Uh
And I'm the n***a that she call up
She say she like my hustle
The way I pick my bars up
And uh...
Young n***a yeah I'm trying something new
Young n***a always knotting up my shoe (tight)
So who the fuck is you?
You trying to judge we didn't budge
We got it off the mud
Lil n***a it's all love
Lil n***a need some cuz
Lil n***a need a hug
We them n***as no filters...
Don't need no body builders
No security cause all the street n***as feel us
The city breed killers
And ex dope dealers
It's a nuisance how we sit and choke n***as
I hate a broke n***a
A n***a no potential
You could have money and I'll still be against you
I'm up like the rent due
Just to pick my pencil
Just to sign a check
I do this rap shit off the mental
N***a what you into?
This rap shit is simple
We wait until it's white and then we bust it like a pimple
You n***as on stand still
N***a we be moving...
Moving too fast
Leave a dumb n***a clueless is you stupid?
Never fall in love with a bitch
Fuck is Cupid?
And when we catch that n***a we gon' leave that n***a toothless
Ha!
Them young n***as on the top floor
The top boy, I keep the heater in the top drawer
One look up at my sneakers then they drop jaws...
And if that bitch, she want a feature, tell her drop jaws
Cause I'm the top dog
I don't need no fucking paper
Aye...
I'll see you n***as later...
I'm the hell raiser...
[Verse 3: Chasey The Illest]
Yeah the motherfucking hell raiser
Uh...
Wealthy Gang up in this...
Uh...
Whoa...
Uh...

Hands up we gaining profit
One time for the O
Balencieag' it
Hand me downs to dressing designer, Vuitton it
Mind that I'm hoping this voice so omnipotent, got whoever listen mind exploding
Can't focus this ain't magic that's hocus pocus
Why you bugging?
They said you think you top dawg?
I said fasho, a verse got the whole block, blocked off. (Blocked off)
And yeah, I'm the only thing up on that block that pop off. (Pop off)
I'm something like that Smith and Wesson you hold in yo top drawer. (Top drawer)
But Ms. Nina can't compare to my Fuego
I'm from the Motor City, my drive gon take me straight to Rodeo
I come from Birwood where we ain't ever had cable
Now I'm striving hard
I'm waiting patient for a label
And no I won't sell soul
The Reaper been tryna finagle
Hit him with that right and left him slumped all on an angle
Evil n***a with a halo, boy I state facts
Killing rappers while they lay back
Mass Murder double M like Maybach
Uh...
M's on M's, double them and stay stacked
Penthouse views, off the Henny with some chicken that slap
(That chicken good ahh)
Throw it back them nights the fam cooled with some wings and Cognac
Aww, I remember
I swear my classics lit, but this future getting dimmer
Momma swears that I'm an angel
But the boy was born a sinner
Thick voice but born thinner
Yeah...
Thick voice but born thinner
And yeah my flow colder than Jermaine's world in the winter
What up?
Yo what up?
Lost a few but still a winner...
What up...