Chapo

Yeah

What's the word

Young Brick Flair in this motherfucker

You know what i'm saying my nigga? (What's the word?)

[Hook]

This just a day in the life

Let mine hang to the right

We brought them things to the fight

Cold chills rang through the night

Run up, we banging on sight

You keep the chains and your ice

We don’t do shit for the fame

Nigga we came for your life

Westside get it brackin

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]

Got pain up in my heart

Got your life up on the dashboard

Little nigga, you asked for it

Big ass .45, knocking shots up off the backboard

Pop a xan and flash forward

It’s nothing to me but a little blood on my sneaks

Get run to your knees in front of your niece

You don’t want it with any one of my g’s

Dump in a trunk, leave you slumped to your seats

Show you my face before I leave your soul to these streets

Got em like “Oh boy, oh Lord”

Mini Van Dan machete waving out the front door

Who want war, you looking at the five six deuce

Drunk driving off the 91

Hope I don’t crash and let a hostage lose

Young and brazy, mama pray that God’ll save me

I’m the undercard but they don’t underpay me

Fiends is itching, know I’m just racing it

There’s money on the corner do you got the heart to chase it

Get off from waiting, pussy

[Bridge]

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body

[Hook]

This just a day in the life

Let mine hang to the right

We brought them things to the fight

Cold chills rang through the night

Run up, we banging on sight

You keep the chains and your ice

We don’t do shit for the fame

Nigga we came for your life

Westside get it brackin

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]

Loony gangsters on the rise

Got a pistol in my lap, got murder in my eyes

What’s the outcome; you’ll see when you come out front

Crowd jump, these regulators mount up

Them bodies count up

I found luck between a pound of the finest in Whitney Houston’s white dress

Her lipstick is a slight mess from the nose snow out the ice chest

Write verses cuz they write checks

Which way I’mma roll the dice next

Who knows if my life next

This the sound of Pirus and the pyrex

Bundle up them dime sacks

Show your bitches where the pipe at

Rearrange it where her spine at, be right back

Slip where the dotted lines at, be careful where you sign that

Killers on the scene, leaning off a fo'

Here to fuck your bitch and letting everybody know

Spitting like you owe me something

Never say I’m better than Pun but I’m the closest one, nigga

[Bridge]

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Real gangbanger, y’all stick to hip hop

Moving with the homies keep a .40 over six shot

Rappers love to shit talk but that’s how you get Pac-ed

The dollar, shelves hot for boys trying to be G

This big momma's house, we hiding money in the T.V.s

My granny drove a caddy and my daddy was a TG

My momma told me “baby boy you talk too much”

But it don’t matter cuz I’m always down for backing it up

I’m bout that accurate, that Actavis is not in my cup

I’m on some active shit I don’t need nothing slowing me up

As far as rapping,shit, it ain’t a nigga showing me up

This shit is effortless, for lack of speaking

Thinking of some better shit to do with my time

Like make a million before the world end

And put a baby up inside a pussy nigga girlfriend

If you ain’t a friend to me believe you is a enemy

No in-betweens I’m leaving niggas leaking where the curb end