I'm just chillin in the cut
Coolin out lamped up/
All my ladies say hey
And I wave and I'm like
What up?
What up?
What up?
What up?
I'm just chillin the cut
Bus it open roll it up/
All my n***as if you with me
Rep yo city
Where you from
What up
What up
What up
I'm just chillin lampooning, driving
Seat back, music turnt up, thats never surprising/
Fresh kicks on my feet,beats on repeat
Dropping freestyles with my n***as in the backseat/
Running with the flow joe this is something like a track meet
Relay what we say whenever we attack beats/
Meet up at the homie crib say peace to the fam
Make a plan to get active then execute as we scram/
Could give a damn cuz it's too cold to give a f**
Unless she drop a dime and I'm like when you tryin to meet up/
Sometime after 9 is fine baby, I say cool
Hang up and then get back to doin what I do/
Me and my crew head back to the pad
For some Xbox while we record what we can in the lab/
My gift with the gab got me feelin my cool
Loud in the swisher as we glide on thru/
I get caught up in the moments when
I'm daydreaming, plotting out my schemes with my pen/
Purpose prose to set many of my motions in motion
To open doors to multiple floors and cross the oceans/
Just to rock shows and make my dreams happen
Trapped in between my day job and this pa**ion for rappin/
Just me and my n***as doin what we like to do
Coppin clothes, bad hoes and gettin paid off destroying booths/
Total the 4 door lifestyle in exchange for the coup
And coup de tat the whole game and flip the loops/
And off shoots of these generic views and visions
That you seen over and over again upon your television/
But until that time I just do what I do on tracks
Still ain't got much money to my name attached/
But I do this for the purpose of rocking with you
Vibing with the crowd and everyone in my crew/