Arabian Nights - Chillinit, Nerve

My whole life, I’ve been cursed like voodoo

I’m too rare like Mewtwo, air like Bluetooth

Give me a minute 'cause I’m the man like Boohoo

Spitting the rhythm, the two U’s like FUBU

Yeah, I do it for my blood, suwoop

Puffin' the good, puffin' the good

Pass this weed, now N to the E to the R-V-E, go

Used to busk, never getting any pay

Now we doing front flips on the festival stage

Honeys in the Off-White kicks lookin' bomb in the backseat choppin' up a sesh

for the J

This a boss fight, we the best in the game

No chit-chat, homie, better check what you say

She gettin' pissed off, sayin' that I got a big head like that’s in a negative

way?

Anyway, I’m tryna work less for the pay

Gotta make the money move like a tenner in a day

Still stay humble, split up the cheese

Now my crew kicking back with the feta on the plate

Veteran, you can bet I’m better than your mates

Got 'em pissed off, now they looking redder in the face

I’m the boss like Rick Ross, lit when the kick-ons kicked off

Now we getting air up on the J’s

Puffin' the good

Puffin' the good, puffin' the good

All of my brothers, they come to the hood

Puffin' the good

Puffin' the good, puffin' the good

Said if you wanna get me, then please come do me

In the ER like Clooney, I got a G card like Boosie

I let weed spark, but at least three bars cause I’m bougie

I don’t move E, but life is a movie

Roll up a doobie, the big G all up in the front like Gucci

Puffin' the good, puffin' the good, puffin' the

Fuck off

Please sue me, do or die for the tour life, that’s Uzi

Who am I?

Sicker on the mic, get woozy

Suicide, triple up a line, that’s doozy

Brother bugged out to the tunes like Looney

Brother better duck, you a mouse, so goofy

Kick goals when I’m going out like Rooney

Have a roofie

Black out to the bars, facts, okay

Brother, I’m the truth, the juice like OJ

Loose when they come to the booth, yeah, José

First round, gettin' knocked out ever since Road Rage

Mate, Aus' to UK

Fuck one, I’m gone for two days

Rap flow when I kick, push, kick, push to Fiasco, gold star like Lupe

Fire on the track, need water, boy, Bobby Boucher (Gatorade)

(Oi, cut the beat out one time, wait, wait, wait)

It’s fifty-five G’s on a G-watch

Roll up G’s with my G in a G spot

Four G’s of the OG, that’s G Chron'

I be on the block with the G’s on recon, ah

G shit, I was on G shit

Ever since G-Shock, go have a G shot

Got so much G’s in the bank, be frank

All my G’s took a week off

(Ayy, how long’s left on the beat?)

(I got eight more bars, yeah?)

(I'll go harder, wait)

Bend like Beckham on a tester

Football, brother, I’m the man like Chester

Rock ya when I’m midfield like Pogba

Big wheel when I’m on the road like Vespa

Charge up 'cause I got the drive like Tesla

GTA with the guys like Lester

Smackdown when I’m on the mic, that’s wrestler

B-rock when I’m in the cage like Lesnar

Fuck off

Bars on bars on bars

NO.ONE Network, 420 fam

N to the E to the R-V-E, chill, chill

2020, let’s go