Chase - Ryler Smith, Mikey

A nigga can’t fuck with the fake shit

A nigga came round with the product

A nigga can’t fuck with the bull

Slammin twenties on the table

Studio was the apartment

A nigga can’t fuck with the fake shit

A nigga won’t fuck with the basic

A nigga can’t fuck with the bull

Steady on my new shit

Same nigga outta school

Bentleys in Belize

Flying intercontinentally

Gin bottles empty

Y’all know how I roll

I never sleep

See I dealt with rolling in the deep

A thousand songs

Which you may never hear

You livin' like you was never here

How you gonna spend

Your 80 years?

I stayed strong

Momma shed her tears

Manifest

Let it persivere

Fuck the bull

Straight finesse in here

I said it again

Yo we the best in here

I don’t invest

In what you stressin bout

It ain’t the image

It’s about how you vibe

Marinate the whole shishkebab

Small circle like I’m in a mob

Sauce

A nigga waiting for a pay check

For a holiday

Broke pockets can not stop

These BBQs on Saturday

When you get no sallary

All you need is fam

Went from bitter beer

To chardonnay

Cause we spreadin'

Such as marmelade

Suit on point

Nigga tailor made

Get the pay

Sip lemonade

Kickin' these bars like MMA

Get the money

Ends please

Fuck the game up gently

This the shit which ends these

Rappers careers

Buried ten feet deep

Remain calm

Even hence defeat

Remain calm nigga

Know you’re a chief

It’s how we do it in the 20's

Rather be a broke nigga

Than to be the nigga beggin

(uh)

Ayo my nigga smoke

Inhale

Exhale

A nigga can’t fuck with the fake shit

A nigga came round with the product

A nigga can’t fuck with the bull

Slammin twenties on the table

Studio was the apartment

A nigga can’t fuck with the fake shit

A nigga won’t fuck with the basic

A nigga can’t fuck with the bull

Steady on my new shit

Same nigga outta school