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Let Me Chill

 

Let Me Chill


Pick the ball up, I ain't even drop the shit
My mind's in a race, tabs make the clock tick
A bit quicker, I spit sicker than sick spitters
All lined with ARIAs and I ain't get my shit, listen
What a fucking joke, industry a puff of smoke
I get the last laugh 'cause I'm still making fucking dough
But on another note, I'm dealing with my mood swings
Popping shit just to function and to do shit
My brain plays games, am I in the right place?
Like I ain't even wanna rap but it's my life mate
Tryna' stand forward but it's like I'm stepping backwards
Labels only talking 'cause the fact that I can rap good
I'm in a black hoodie, smashed, I can barely talk
They told me "look at yourself, you can barely walk"
If I'm falling apart, at least I noticed this shit
And if I fall will you laugh and push me over to the
Program damn, just to get me off the Xan man
I don't think it's working, should I end it with a bam? Damn
Crazy thoughts that I'm living amongst
They won't leave my fucking brain 'cause there's a blizzard of dust
Ridiculous stuff, I see the bitch in you cunt
Just jealous 'cause I made it and I'm living it up
I don't know what to do, should I be zipping it up?
Not my mouth or body bag on you conspicuous cunts
Just let me chill

Fuck
Just let a cunt chill
I need some space brah
Look

Keep my name out your mouth, 'cause I'm cruising in my own lane
Leave the scene behind, sorry but I gotta go mate
It's that simple, crash and smash into
Nodding at the wheel, shoulder impact through the window
That's leaving the scene with a bang yeah
See that phone still mine, yeah the same chair
I don't take care, I think I care-take
Probably 'cause there's too much on my damn plate
Ten for ten, that's the aim with the Nebs One
Will keep the promise 'cause I can't see a next up
That could do what I do in the booth
That could move, that could soothe, what I do for the youth
I work harder with rap, than any rapper in Aus
It ain't a diss, that's a fact and I swear it to God
Stop comparing me, I'm on my own level bitch
And it's scary 'cause I kinda hear the Devil twitch
No thinkin, what am I drinkin'? What am I mixin'?
What you might listen? Scot, your right, we think...
Stop, I might be the option I see, then what, is he dreamin'?
Stop, I'm not bleeding, lost enough demons
Plot a rough secret, see your team decrease
Me, I been seeing shit, leave me in pieces
Two-two-five to the death, I've been reaching up
But it's never like I'm ditchin rap
Still with the crew I'd be with if I didn't rap
That's some brotherhood shit, we the best team
Your girl plays this at night, it's a wet dream
Now let's see and emcee like me
I create the air and I can split the sea
That confidence shit, no arrogance bitch
Unless you tryna' take shots, we retaliate quick
But I'm here for a good time, not for some suppy shit
Unless you see me in the club and I fucking flip
Had enough of it, shit I had to air it out
If I left, would you care? You have to swear on that
Kerser

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