Relax

Know what I'm saying?
This is Chicago shit, know what I'm saying?
We came from nothing to something
Know what I'm saying?
Went from Inglewood to Hollywood
You know what the fuck we doing, you dig?
Kickback, step, woo
Huh, huh, uh, Dexter, huh

Wait, sit back, never relax
Shooters on me, big mix match
My 30 on me got the kickback
Run up on 'em, get your shit snatched
Okay like, blue dream, white lies
Molly makes me popeye vlone, nighttime
Got the lean for the right price
(I got you lil bro)
She suck me on in the nighttime
Bad bitch with a bright mind
That chick in my house like it's Popeyes
From trap where you stay in the trap time
Pour fours, need more plug think I'm Deebo
He love you but he broke
Perc crazy, I'm CeeLo
Bad bitch do the CeeLo
Find that bitch just like Nemo
He got money but he broke
I want the money, I need more
Man like Fat Belly, I'm him too
Call I'm in to dash money, ain't shit new
Dash money, ain't shit new
Can't fuck with niggas, they mildew
Went home, niggas still fu'
This 50 shot, it'll peel you
Shooters all in the field too
I'm too high, wouldn't diss you
Pop 6, this feel new
Bitch, deal with your issue
Leave her all in my rear view
Ohh, huh, uh, chh, huh
Bitches, they all in they issues, huh
Bitches, they all in they issues
Run up on him
Rock him just like some tissues
Huh, ooh, huh, what? Huh
Diamonds colored like some cereal, huh
Diamonds colored like some cereal
Hang with the goons
I swear they gonna kill you uh, what? Yeah

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