I'm just chillin in the cut
Coolin out lamped up/
All my ladies say hey
And I wave and I'm like
What up?
What up?
What up?
What up?
I'm just chillin the cut
Bus it open roll it up/
All my niggas if you with me
Rep yo city
Where you from
What up
What up
What up

I'm just chillin lampooning, driving
Seat back, music turnt up, thats never surprising/
Fresh kicks on my feet,beats on repeat
Dropping freestyles with my niggas in the backseat/
Running with the flow joe this is something like a track meet
Relay what we say whenever we attack beats/
Meet up at the homie crib say peace to the fam
Make a plan to get active then execute as we scram/
Could give a damn cuz it's too cold to give a fuck
Unless she drop a dime and I'm like when you tryin to meet up/
Sometime after 9 is fine baby, I say cool
Hang up and then get back to doin what I do/
Me and my crew head back to the pad
For some Xbox while we record what we can in the lab/
My gift with the gab got me feelin my cool
Loud in the swisher as we glide on thru/

I get caught up in the moments when
I'm daydreaming, plotting out my schemes with my pen/
Purpose prose to set many of my motions in motion
To open doors to multiple floors and cross the oceans/
Just to rock shows and make my dreams happen
Trapped in between my day job and this passion for rappin/
Just me and my niggas doin what we like to do
Coppin clothes, bad hoes and gettin paid off destroying booths/
Total the 4 door lifestyle in exchange for the coup
And coup de tat the whole game and flip the loops/
And off shoots of these generic views and visions
That you seen over and over again upon your television/
But until that time I just do what I do on tracks
Still ain't got much money to my name attached/
But I do this for the purpose of rocking with you
Vibing with the crowd and everyone in my crew/