Rolls Royce Chimera lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Know what I'm sayin', man? f*ck the temporary, n*gga
Know what I'm sayin, n*gga, you can tell them I said it
You know I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1]
It's pleasure and pain
What's first, is it sunshine or rain?
Seen fiends by the side of the train
Is it my own reality? Is it a known fatality?
My n*ggas ride 'til the moon crack, every rap is a artifact
Prob'ly 'cause I'm lonely
Lost all my homies, and all of these b*tches is phony
So don't phone me
I'm countin' cash like Michael Corleone
Tha God'll live through every poem
I keep a match lit, full blunt, for my n*ggas in the swamp
My n*ggas that got smoked, my n*ggas that got caught
I'll crack the combination code on the lock
Break you out like Chapo, we sunk into the darkness like a pothole
Comin' out the fire like Dan'
I learned from convicts reading Qurans
I seen signs that I was God, the game will always be my bride
f*ck around, kill you for your pride
[Chorus]
I gotta lay low, shooters on deck when I say so
From the cradle, we spray sh*t like MAACO
On blocks, lay low
Cops finna come, I gotta skate, yo
Too much weed, I need a break, bro
I gotta chill
Or be locked up, or killed
My people tellin' me to destroy and rebuild
But it seems hard to be still
'Cause n*ggas steady clappin' steel

[Verse 2]
It's me against the world
I'm f*ckin' when it's me against your girl
We twisted and the sentences swirl
My n*gga [?] committed suicide
My pen, I gotta utilize
Been writin' raps since Jesus was crucified
You decide - destiny with death is your fate
And when you wakin' up, it's too late at your wake
I got bad hands from snatchin' the tape
Keep the murder tape like Larenz Tate
My mouth airtight, just make sure the money in the bag, aight?
Yesterday it was another toe tag, tonight
I been a soldier, as my holy grail filleth over
Beware of the fail-faced cobra
f*ck is you facilitatin'? Hatin', I gets over
Wet you like a p*ssed on sofa
Your whole crew get sh*t on, villain
Pump lift your f*ckin' body up like the ceilin'
[Chorus]
I gotta lay low, shooters on deck when I say so
From the cradle, we spray sh*t like MAACO
On blocks, lay low
Cops finna come, I gotta skate, yo
Too much weed, I need a break, bro
I gotta chill
Or be locked up, or killed
My people tellin' me to destroy and rebuild
But it seems hard to be still
'Cause n*ggas steady clappin' steel