[Verse 1: Amar Chong]
I'm nice doe, blastin' to the stars with nitro
Goin' psycho, my tribe zonin' to Biko
I'm midnight marauding, tryna follow the night doe
With some white hoes, how far would they might go
Livin spiteful, fuck niggas and buy clothes
All I'm tryna do is take control of my life yo
Tryna make sure I live old and I die slow
Know a couple niggas live it all with a rifle
Know a couple niggas live it all by the bible
I'm just tryna live it just the way that I like
So everybody pay attention to a day in the life
I start by kicking out the chick I laid with last night
Then I light a blunt of haze till a glaze in my eyes
Then my mind begins to take me to a place in Dubai
I'm floating through the ceiling to the face of the sky
That's sorta just the feeling when I'm lacing my fives
A nigga focused on a million and a plate of the pie
(A plate of the pie?) and stack my cake on the side
Sometimes I start to think that I could be the greatest alive
Or the greatest I could be before I face my demise
I recall the night when I thought I was nice
Cause that's the night I figured how to conquer my plight
Started barkin in a mic, started sparking a light
Started sparking up a bong, started screaming out Chong
It's like I got to writin', started rightin' my wrongs
Stuck lightning in a bottle, let it strike in my songs
I'm siphoning patron, as I'm lighting my cone
And now I'm feeling stoned, took two to the doom
Every seat I sit in starts to feel like a throne
Everything I hear starts to sound like a clone
I'm tryna be myself, As Alaykum Salaam
Just a nigga from the slums, tryna get a few funds
Live life with a Hun, she gon give me the buns
So all you little niggas shouldn't talk to me huh
[Hook]
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice huh
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice
Thought you wuz nice, well I thought you wuz nice (x2)
[Bridge]
I don't know what you niggas talkin' bout (x3)
Hope that I don't have to bring them coffins out
I don't know what you niggas talkin' bout (x3)
No, really, I have no clue what you're talking about...
[Verse 2: Amar Chong]
It's that one young, different dude, stepping towards the pinnacle
Your rhythm cool, but I'm singing to a different tune
Like I'm a step beyond, I'm not invincible
But your best attempts to injure me are seeming minimal
Like you ain't even leave a dent or two
And the thought of sendin' me is seeming cynical
Prolly cause a nigga never play it safe
I had to risk, to stuff my safe with residuals
I'm living off of principle, a prince a pull any jewel pendulum swinging around, seeming even semi-pimpable
Any verse I ever quote is coming from my soul
The sole reason why my soles are seeming comfortable
A workaholic how I smoke a bowl
I took a toke, and wandered down the road
It seems I turned to smoke
The irony as I perform a ghost
As I re-need to be invincible and pack another bowl
The shit seems foggy oddly, the oddity has turned into a hobby
The shit seems foggy oddly, the oddity has turned into a hobby, Chong Marley
[Hook]
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice huh
Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice
I'm just talkin' like shout to Dilla and Phife
[Bridge]
I don't know what you niggas talking bout
Hope that I don't have to bring them coffins out
I don't know what you going off about
All fun and games till the chalk come out (x2)
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