paroles de chanson Kitty Run - Chill Mac

I been going thru it
I ain't gotta prove it
Peep the way I break it down and keep it moving and groovin
I Feel the reaper looming
Lived a hell of a life
Been around the world tryna do that twice
I gotta good girl you know that's right
She know the right time to play naughty and nice
Bring the freak outta me
Make a freak outta you
Break that back for me yeah you know what it do
Yeah this my forte yeah smoke and foreplay
We can get jiggy on the ride home ayy
Gimme that tanqueray not the Bombay
Doing shots of Hennessy with no chase
Roll a couple g's in an optimo ayy
Input marijuana Output faded
Hopped in the rental then you hopped out jaded
I own my own shit money never wasted
Success in the air can you taste it
Trust the process until you make it

Can't be caught faking
Time is for the taking
Clocks get to ticking
Fingers start itching

Lotta ill will in the field for real
Gotta stay sharp keep the 9 concealed
Where the love go Nigga what's the deal
I Pray to god I never have to kill
Think it's a game but this life for real
Rest In Peace Timmy
Rest In Peace to Evan
See you on the other side of south of heaven
Imma real slayer, keep my lyrics layered
Politican with the drug dealers and players
Go to war with my demons got internal affairs
Real hip-hop lifestyle beware
Real niggas never fold up, But they show love
Feelin slicker than a mother fuckin cobra
I'm ready to go bruh
Get it on my own Bruh
I'm the chillest Mac on the microphone yuh