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letra de bars of steel - chillinit

[intro: chillinit]
yo yo yo big up to triple j for having us through
big up to 420 fam triple 2 0
i wanted to come through and spit something from the heart you know what i mean i been grinding, stacking paper
come for a trip with me on my life, real sh-t

[verse 1: chillinit]
check
i got chivas regal vanilla c-ke and a mini beatle
stripper hoes sniffing on listening to beanie sigel
people evil and i ain’t talking knievel i’m talking the loudest option if doctors give you a needle
i was blazed in the bush like arabian kush
and i’m the reason my fam they ain’t gotta stay in no hood
see i want kanye west’s crib and kids with weird names
it’s like they kanye west’s kids, i want kanye’s best sh-t
the college dropout, gold digging, the problem son
i rock the blunt and run it up just like i’m forrest gump
i call my dealer get kush out of venezuela
get 20 shots of tequila and rock em until the bottles done
i swear to god i never drink a lot
think a lot
when the river did well yeah i didn’t stop
nah this ain’t no f-cking tamagotchi you’re a digimon there ain’t no restart b-tton if i say your sh-t is gone
its all over, it’s all over
six figures and digits when i was sippin pot
dodging sh-tty charges for lasting and getting the city shops
you ever drove a four pack around your city block but took the back streets because you knew about the busy spots?
ugh, cashed up now my lyrics pop
young gon get to see my millions cuz your sh-t is soft
what can i say, i’m living life yeah i didn’t stop
aiming for the stars kept my pride yeah i live alot
livin’ my dream yeah, living my dream
all i did was spit my bars and do my ‘ish for the scene
i d-ck down the bad hoes and the b-tches that keen
spread my positive energy with my message of weed
wanna judge me, judge me, go ahead and judge me
i juggle in the jungle like jumanji and you can call me junkie!
swimming through this money.. barramundi!
real talk just like you rappers undies…
fulla sh-t

[verse 2: chillinit]
so why you slanging that?
you ain’t hard if you smoke rock with a f-nny pack
you ain’t hard if you pop pop where your xannies at
the kush is looking pink like floyd i bring many pack
punch that, weed up in my rugsack duck that
if jacks come then we be known to tuck that, we don’t give an ‘uck lad
cool, never lost my calm once lad
my girl just like the notre-dame hunchback
ugly as f-ck

ugh, i need a nice sativa, finders keepers im smoking up on some white sativa
nice to meet yah [?]
with the baddest b-tches that ridin’ me like [?]
the trifecta, the rhyme stepper, smoking some kush that has the white texture
and my pleasure
comes from searching life until i find pleasure
i put my mum inside some nice leather
and my mary is for personal use
i’m proud mary with that tina turner with doobs i learn from the youth red rum and murder the booth
k!ll a mic from outer-sp-ce up to the earth and the moon
i swear i ain’t never been apart of the systems that they may
so i’m smoking on my swishers by the bay
and the jacks in hood rats only sh-t that i invade
and if life gives me lemons i ain’t making lemonade
imma grow a f-cking lemon tree
take it to my grave
so the day that chillin dies al my brothers getting paid
and they sippin lemonade

[outro: chillinit]
and thats real talk bro, i do this for my fam i do this for my mum i do this for the dayones in my life and thats real life sh-t 420 fam downunder hiphop

- chillinit

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