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n*ggas Gotta Chill
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Yeah, yeah, yeah It’s The Main Alright I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill Comin’ with the heat, no I never disappoint Making every shot and I’m getting every point I’m giving you these bars to show you all my worth And for what its worth: it’s the main, with the gang Here we go, Here we go Comin’ in hot, comin’ with the heat Got smoke in lungs, man, I’m smoking up a tree Nah f**k that, we boutta give thеm that real sh*t That raw sh*t, the main sh*t This that drake sh*t, no fakе sh*t No I never disappoint I don’t know why y’all be hating on my sh*t That’s just it, like for real Y’all ni**a’s gotta chill, y’all so ill I’m so trill That’s why I spill all my words on the page Got magic like a mage, got Magic like I’m Johnson Got magic in my johnson, got Magic like I’m Johnson I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill Aye, I'm the one that's where you're from They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun Take it in, you rake it in, like a leaf from a money tree Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come (I can promise it's depression) That's when you learn your lesson Thought you was cut out for this here profession Go be the best and all of that, nah f**k all of that No one call him back, yeah, no falling back Breaking down on stage, break it down the page Breaking down your age Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world Losing yourself to the world Losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn) Spend all your money on bullsh*t and drama Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas On commas, on commas, on commas, on commas On commas, on I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill I mean for real, them n***a’s gotta chill I mean for real, them n***a’s be ill I killed Drizzy, I killed Kenny, I killed Biggie I kill any motherf**ker who tries to mess with me Cause I'm a king, kill you with katana swing The LSL is dead, I killed that lil’ twig He wasn't sh*t, but that's just it I came to kill all you mother f**kers, but, I just killed myself, yeah I wasn’t good in my mental health Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, f**k that, we boutta give ‘em that real sh*t That raw sh*t, that Drake sh*t
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