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letra de chillinit - bars of steel - chillinit

yo yo yo, big up to triple j for having us through. big up to 420 fam, triple two oh. i wanted to come through and spit something from the heart you know what i mean, i’ve been grinding, stacking paper

come for a trip with me on a trip on my life, real sh-t

check

i got, shivers reagle vanilla c-ke and a mini beatle, stripper hoe sniffing on -sniffs- listening to beanie seguel. people evil and i’nt talking knievil i’m talking the loudest [?] and doctors give you a needle. i was blazing the bush like arabian kush and i’m the reason my fam don’t gotta stay in no hood. see i want kayne wests crib and kids with weird names just like they kayne west’s kids i want kayne’s best sh-t

the college drop out, gold digging. the problem son. i rock the blunt and run it up just like i’m forest gump. i call my dealer get kush out of venicewealer get 20 shots of tequila and rock em till the bottles done. i swear to god i never drink a lot, think a lot. when the river [?] yeah i didn’t stop, nah this ain’t no f-cking tamagotchi or a digimon there ain’t no restart b-tton if i say your sh-t is gone

it’s all over, 6 figures and digits while i was h-tting pot. dodging sh-tty chargers for [?] at the city shops. you ever drove a four pack around your city block and took the back streets cause you knew about the busy spots?

i’m cashed up now my lyrics pop, y’all not gon see my millions cause 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 a lot

living my dream yeah, living my dream. all i do is spit my bars and do my ish for the scene. and 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 jugglin’ the jungle like jumanji and you can call me junky

swimming through this money barramundi. real talk like you rappers undies. full of sh-t (argh), so why you slaggin that? you ain’t hard if you smoke rock with a f-nny pack. you ain’t hard if you pop pop where your xannys at, the kush is looking pink like floyd, i’ll be manny pac. punch that, weed up in my rucks sack, duck that if jacks come we’d be known to tuck that. we don’t give a ‘uck lad, cool never lost my calm once lad. my girl just like the notra dame i’m hunchback, ugly as f-ck

aghh, i need a nice adiva, finders keeper i’m smoking up on some white sativa, nice to meet ya, riding it while ride the speaker with the badest b-tches that are riding me like mickavidiv. the try fector, the rhyme steppa, the vibe setta smoking on some kush that has the white texture. and my pleasure comes from searching life till i find treasure, i put my mum inside some nice leather

and my mary is for personal use, i’m proud mary with that mary tina turner with [?]. i learn from the youth, the red rum n murder the booth. k!ll a mic from outer sp-ce up to the earth and the moon

i swear ion be apart on any system that they made so i’m smoking on my swishes by the bay and the jackson hood [?] the only sh-t i invade, and if life gives me lemons i ain’t making lemonade. i’ma grow a f-cking lemon tree, take it to my grave so the day chillin’ dies, all my brothers getting paid and they sippin’ lemonade

and that’s real talk bro, i do this for my fam, i do this for my mum i do this for the day ones in my life and that’s real life sh-t

420 fam down under hip-hop

- chillinit

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