CHILL.

Get Twisted Sundays, we at it again

Look I'm from the Swat, you can get your issue

Every beat I get to slicin' like I'm Yoshimitsu

Knew I had the juice since the 4th grade

Had the chili bowl, but I was down to catch a fade

Ooh, most my partners be catchin' plays

I only give 'em bars in hopes that it'll catch a slave

Unlock his mental then build credentials to catch a wave

Up outta poverty, logically they should gimme praise

Ooh, hallelujah on my medulla

They clap for me 'cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer

I try to teach em how to maneuver without the Ruger

They say I'm spittin' bazookas 'cause the flow is Medusa

That's hard, word to my T. Jones

If your neck got beady beads, get a heat comb

Dogface was trappin' hard, he had three homes

I asked my partner, how you poppin' with a preowned

Vehicle? Swear his thinkin' remedial

He drive a Charger, but swear it's a Lamborghini coupe

He shop at Zara, but swear he be rockin' Jimmy Choo

I get on tracks and do magic just like a genie do

Ooh, one time for the west, though

Two times for the youngin with his best flow

I rap for those relievin' stress with the sess smoke

They hear my bars and feel like the god is celestial

Hail Mary, Mother of God

I got a partner sellin' soft, another sellin' hard

They like Ginóbili on the block, ready to catch a charge

I got too many friends in low places, word to Garth

Brooks, and ain't no one shook

'Cause it ain't no such thing as a halfway crook

They want us all extinct, we halfway look

And feel like dinosaurs, I ain't hurt, I'm just kinda sore

'Bout the fact that this time a war

Brought on us is for kinda poor

People who do not mind all sorts

Of calamity, vanity, my sanity is kinda teeterin'

The way they misleadin' the youth to be some idiots

(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

Ooh, I said it

They gassed up, unleaded

Every beat I'm on, beheaded

Come at me wrong and get slid like debit

Or credit, it's the same, just refrain from transactions

Fat bad had to get shorty like Gene Hackman

He gave me support that was needed to gain traction

And Nell be makin' beats that I instantly deem classic, yeah

I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', dawg

We should go diamond with the pressure we applyin', dawg

Every beat I get, I hit it with the iron claw

Be a king, that's the only thing a lion taught, yeah

Mufasa, mi casa

Where I'm from, they turn imposters to pasta

I'm tryna go from ramen noodles to the lobster

And pay my mama back for every penny that I cost her, yeah

Yeah

I ain't playin' with you

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)