Chill Out - Blastar

We livin' it, we had to stop tales

Fuck Niggas wanna block real

I just molotov 'em like a cocktail

Got your bitch pictures in a Hotmail

I won’t never say that I’m the goat

But the Nigga louder than a cowbell

Yung Frenchie tryna innovate it

They just tryna listen what the Hops tell

No news, man I’m elevated

Tried to fuck with my clique, shit has escalated quickly

Out of your league, Nigga ain’t no rating

Got it soporific, I just Gatorade it

Going straight to the goal, man I penetrate the penalty area, and that’s in

this, Milla

Got to the throne that I came to take, the pedal be a re-up, man that’s

finished, chill out

Yeah.

Chill out

Yeah…

(IXI!)

Y’all ready gotta chill out for real, yeah man?

Know you love that Fuckin' drop

but before that I gotta tell something.

Listen

To all them hoes that wanna gold dig or that gold dick, you can fall in line

Cause I’m too busy winning, all them Niggas tryna catch up better come in time,

yeah

I ain’t paying no attention really

I just prep my presidential rally

I would tell my secrets but it’s all in tricks

So I think I’m ready for them politics, right?

Huh?

You wanna think that I’m a fake Nigga?

You pointing guns at the man, tryna shoot, but I’ll have you with the same

trigger, copy?

Shut the fuck up when the Prince is speaking

Time is money, you can hear the clock is ticking

Workin' all day all night all errthing, man you just work in week-ends

You got every song, you ain’t picking, you’re a follower, you love me,

you be clicking, digging, licking

No disrespects to the real supporters, I’m the Realla

Stop pretending Nigga, chill out

Yeah…

Chill out

Yeah…

Chill out