Lunch Money Gang - Chillmatic lyrics

[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]