Letra de Jesus - Chief Keef

(Feat. Lil Gnar)

Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

I done seen the same shit that I already seen

I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean

I seen money from rap and a triple beam

New shit, got Glocks with triple beams

I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon

Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it

Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it

Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not working

Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect

You should never give up if everything's not working

If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing

I just had to switch locations, resurface

Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be

I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep

Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV

Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D

Dark night, little Zamunda

Fade to black

Bitch nigga

Black nigga

Twenty-one darkness

Twenty-one shadows

In the oven

Zyliss skillet

Skillet lit

Uzi burnt (Bang)

Young limo tint (Bang)

Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ

All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite

Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype

Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"

Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC

Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe

Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees

Turn your head into a baseball, major league

Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees

Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees

Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave

All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve

Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring

We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne

I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain

We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game

Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang

We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint

Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank

Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank

Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank

Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank

I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank

Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint

I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame

Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain

I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face

Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains

Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame

Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain

I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank

Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things

I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame

Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain

I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face

Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains

Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame

Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain

I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank

Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things

Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame

Leave a bitch body orange like a fuckin' spray tan

I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move molly sand tan

Big Glock, Flintstone, motherfucker, bam, bam

We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban

Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band

Turbo Porsche 911 like the fuckin' fireman

Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man

Right now, it's all about the windy city

Chicago's hardest nigga in town

My nigga Sosa

We back reunited

'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch)

He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit

This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody

Shoot that motherfucker

Hey, fuck you

Go to the medics, go to the medics

I got one down

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