[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
I'm getting chicken, sh** is gravy holmes
Happy when they play you, been struggling
sh** been crazy holmes, come from where they wet you
It's like welcome to the Navy holmes, f** the drama
Do it for my mama, My say-tees on
From now on, it's just
f** you, pay me holmes
Riding round, no tint
Waving cause I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a m**m from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been balling like McGrady holmes
Finally got a j**elry connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a n***a dreaming bout plenty chips
So fly, b**hes call me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch n***a, f** around and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty flips
Swear this white got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping never
Rappers hit me just to find out if they've gotten better
Stupid n***as mad, the sh** I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition plan
Flat top k**ing, they calling me demolition man
No Wesley, balling no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) over ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet like a jet ski
Hood n***a, fab sh**
Tell them n***as arrest me
This rap sh** serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a n***a stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so much p**y, I be turning b**hes down
Every time I turn around, they got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention n***as cause I f**ing grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread like the f**ing pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same sh** that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a n***a f**ing stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my f**ing socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, f**ing rock
Hustle till we die, all my n***as on the f**ing block
At 13, n***a had his first f**ing Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
And last n***a I dissed, holmes still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and n***a still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and n***as still try it
Hustle man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby n***a real diet
OG's stanking through the box, a n***a still fly it
Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the whip
The tool inside, cause lyrically it's suicide
On my old school Twista sh**, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you alive
I just can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up somebody sent you to die
Real sh**, real spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been k**ing with that real sh**
k**ing them arrnets (?), got a bag pa**
I took the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out with the uzi n***a
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a movie n***a
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some OG's
I swear I do my thing to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your thing through
All my n***as here, and we gon' f** her till that thing through
If he Nas, then I must be Biggie in 93'
Whatever n***a said, I'm all that times 3
It's f**ing murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with your sh**, and you getting them rhymes beat
Chubby