Chillin (feat. DwightXC & Josh Coleman)

You ain't rappin' what you preach, I know all these niggas fake All this money come with love, every time you gotta be patient Went to Dior then I copped, I just got me all the latest Watch the snakes that's in your garden, you know that they be hatin I took two vibes on that trip, I'm on the airline Tickets in the Skybox, I'm vibin' on the halftime Grinding like I'm Tony Hawk, I'm skating on the half-pipe I don't know why you chillin' with him, that's why you switchin' sides Can't nobody tell me other things, 10,000 for a diamond ring I ain't havin' no wedding, took her home, I got her wetter I know I'm the goat, no competition do it better Countin' up my cheese, you got the beef, I got the lettuce In the game, you can't even fadeaway You gotta grind for all these days, you can't even have a lazy day Life don't get easy, you takin' all the shortcuts The money don't leave me, I'm stunting on the tour bus And ain't no 9-to-5, I'm in the Audi Gettin' my oil money, feelin' like a Saudi You ain't even standin' on your business, you a coward Got too much money, I admit I got a tower Smokin' on OG, baby I'm a OG, If you wasn't tryna get to the top, you shoulda told me I'm cookin' up right now, you over there, still with some cold feet Releasin' somethin' new like Boom Drop, call me Kofi Wait and see, yeah, I'm gon' be on the big signs ATP, I'm patiently waitin' on my time I'm consistently breakin' out my confines AC, Josh and X all over all the headlines Workin' hard like I'm on a 10-day contract 2016 Isaiah Thomas type of backpack Big dawg in my field, I wholeheartedly believe that Stop comparin' numbers, all y'all gonna do is fall flat It's a shame that I still don't got my props yet I'm a name that is soon to be set Call me Bane or at least the size of my pockets Riches and fame ain't the only target, it's respect Uh, let's get into it I ain't never play enough to build up straight losses I've been steady makin' music for nine years and Never wrote a verse that could feel like it is nothin Uh, uh, let's get into it Is we thinkin' that the ceiling's too high for discussion Man, I got moxie, got spirit, got gumption I can go head to head, so f*ck a concussion Bitch, I'm on the field with no helmet, just cleats Put my body on the line so I can just eat It's been through the wire every time, on every single beat And I still, and I still, bump ye when I feast And I still, and I still, pray till we can meet And I still, and I still, wanna lock up Philly Lil' nigga, so I got a couple big dreams Straight from HQ, it's XC, remember me