[Hook]
Head to the skies, listening to Nas
Is life a b**h? I really can't decide
Escort him out the room if he don't feel the vibe
Even when we out in Cali, it's New York state of mind
I'm chillmatic, I'm chillmatic
I'm chillmatic, I'm chillmatic
I'm chillmatic, I'm chillmatic
Chill plus ill, I'm chillmatic
[Verse 1: Ralphy]
Freedom of jail, clips inserted a baby's being born
Same time a man is murdered the beginning and end
Far as rap goes, it's only natural I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
First it was Nasir, but times have changed n***a, I'm Ralphy
With LMG we South Beach, bound with some style freaks
They would do anything for some long-term outreach
But we don't give them that, it's dome until we [?]
Uptown New York City to get exact
A little rap with some hypercritical facts equals hip hop
Not that hypocritical crap
That these chicks watch don't get it flip flop
The code we live by is get by by any means
Streets done took many dreams
Ex-prom queens have let the h**ne intervene
Intervene, enter they veins – it's the same thing
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
How can I trust you, if I can't trust me?
Picture myself an old man, an O.G
Some n***as would conversate with liers all day
Time pa**, hold up
Soul on ice, my heart cold
It's like I'm walking down a dark road, I got some youngin's in the [?]
Follow the code, you real then you good with me
You ain't a good MC
I be walking through the valley of a lyricist
Everybody hearing this
Say the wrong thing you get introduced to a pair of fists
You gotta prepare for this
Get your mind right – you want the limelight?
You'll get it when the time right
I rhyme like I know what I'm doing
People say my flow is the coolest I know how to use it
Yo, I'm a smooth fellow, flow illmatic
But I'm chillmatic – and now my head to the skies
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Brace yourself, for the main event
Y'all been patiently waiting it's like an AIDS test – what's the results?
Not positive – who's the best, Fonz Ralph or Wiz?
Ain't no best - East West North South [?]
Eating some seedy mixing with linguini
In Tahiti man the way that they feed me I'm never leaving
Stop believing, everyone you look up to
I ain't strapped so why you trying to push up, brah?
n***as play tough acting all hard like “say what?”
Drink some liquor poke they breasts out after a cup
Something wrong? I ain't about that beef go ahead on
Making a biggie a** of yourself, you dead wrong
Momma said you g**ning? I got your a**
Since you thug life you need to pack your bags
Well momma sorry I'ma miss ya
Put your headphones on and get ya head to the skies
[Hook]