CHIEF DA BLUNT E

Ah, drop the shit. Yeah, man, yeah. Play me some that chronic shit. Just dropped an album, nigga, so don't be Late. I got the bread up, anything that you Take. Lifestyle paid, diamonds laying cold on my Pinky. And when the steam lines on my face, You can't say shit to me. My flow strong, so identity is fucking on. Walked in the bathroom, yeah, welcome to Vietnam. They don't last, I'm one in control. Just like that dope with they head in the Toilet bowl. People while I find myself in the Mirror. Fuck the police, fucking freaks with sex Never. Wondering why I'm dead people They meet, they Mad me. Fuck a fan, that's the sound Of a tomb. Hear that boom, Don't make me act a motherfucking fool. This is town, I'm writing over rage. Mark up that body, put your ass on the Front page.