Nantes Cullins - Relax (ft. $K) lyrics

[Verse 1: Nantes] There we were in that room Guess I knew that its too soon I break the ice on an Ice Moon So you know that I watch you Sit back and I'm off juice Moments of ecstasy While she textin' me b**h, I'm in the booth and I drop two Make it deuce, deuce And I'm in the bucket with the sun roof Track star, watch her run to who, you? Cause you could be the new new sh**, we'll probably just k** you Rhymes so hot probably just grill you b**h n***a probably just spill you $kully Gang and we too trill, dude Damn and we probably ill dude [Hook: Liv Lykke] Et i kviksands-lal Den voksende bunkes kommende fald Flakkende [Verse 2: $K] Life full of crime ever since I was nine Always stayed broke couldn't hold a dime Steadily tellin' myself, it's about that time To take that fame make it mine Yeah, I used be a lame Not apparent to the name Til I got the hang of the game Started sellin' rocks and c**aine til the police came (Pause) Some call me crazy, just a little ill Poppin' all them pills Got my brain on still Sittin' in the courtroom, facin' a L Askin' myself: Will I make bail or will I go to jail? Everyone knows that a real n***a (Mmm) Never say goodbye cause it be your last When I think about you I think about the past And the times that we had pretty much a blast Shame that it went by all so fast So I'm walking down that road again The day the feeling just so intense until the day that I use some sense [Hook: Liv Lykke] Et i kviksands-lal Den voksende bunkes kommende fald Flakkende [Verse 3: Nantes] Angels over my head Them hollow tips in my bed Got a bounty all on my head Cause my young life at stake And these young lives that I take Those young girls that get raped While you off a Blue Dolphin, a new Endorphin k**ed that n***a, now I make his coffin sh**, is this God's Will? But I'll still k** But when will it end? sh**, $K, he a Godsend k** this so pa** me my pen And we all go in on a hellish flow Make a bullet hit six inches sh**, old money and new b**hes No EBT, got a young n***a depressed Crip shootout and the Blood missed And it left a blood mist Gunshots are I all hear, I come from the midst of adversity where fear is mandatory Push pa** it and I ask that you relax