ChillinIT, Nerve - Arabian Nights lyrics
Blake James Turnell
[ChillinIT, Nerve - Arabian Nights lyrics]
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
NOOnE Network, 420 fam
N to the E to the R-V-E, chill, chill
2020, let's go