This one's for Chilly Chill, (Food and Liquor) flow
Strong like it's been distilled by
Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to Beverly
So heavenly, waking n***as up like revelry
We won't be going back to you regularly, so forget it
Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip
My mind's on dope, my brain's on sk**ets
Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics
Bang bang bang like Pops Wayans
(Witherspoon) or with a fork
Was coming out my egg like Mork, deserves his own head on Rushmore
Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf's shorts
So long n***as, career so short it should be riding on a horse
Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort
Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside a Porsche
I am on point like the eating side of forks
So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon
Chilly Chill will be out of corrections real soon
Enemy, god willingly