CHET

They are standing at the door
With the blower in they hand
Ready to put you on the floor
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Whatchu know
Got a stoggie in my hand
He threw lil homie to the floor
Fuck them ciggas
Fuck them ciggas
Fuck them
Ciggarettes
You ain’t met my niggas yet
Asking me for shit you must think
This ain’t something bigger yet
How you figure that?
Way he do it like he want it
You unwanted
Uniconic
Go make trillers
Go break ceilings
Go hurt feelings
Go make millions
You’ll make millions of it
The more the profit
The better
On the news with new chet ubetcha
And we chatting bout getting cheddar
Blunt ash on my sweater
Draw myself, that’s getting meta
Think you brave gripping the metal
La broad day sunny weather
I’m just tryna smoke on my petal
Fuck you niggas in the ass
I’m accomplishing a task
Loving people in a mass amount
Dropping out
I don’t even know what this class aboiut
Teach me business
Teach me taxes
Fix our masses
Niggas think I’m black
Nigga I’m Indian
Get off of my back
All races are synonyms
For any stupid human sack
That can walk the block and talk
That got a pussy or a cock
That grip a dick a stick or rock
Fuck do you mean
I don’t pop beans unless it wit rice
I do not drive I pedal these bikes
I smoke a blunt the pedal be nice
I smoke a joint it look like a elbow
Believe in god ain’t going to hell tho
Hell no
I keep stick like the cross
I shoot that love at who I come across
I’m not too worried how I come across
I know who I am
I’m the man
Michael he live in a van
Might go to Venice eat molé and jam
I’m making racks I gotta do taxes
You is so broke that we in different brackets
I file quarterly
Make sure they orderly
You wonder where could that quarter be
If you a rich nigga do a backflip
I don’t care bout this rap shit
I just wan make my music take a nap bitch
I’m that nigga like all of the time
You a winner when you eating dinner
Straighten your spine