ChillinIT - Pac Energy lyrics

Rrrrragh haha hahaha ha
Evil shit, my brother
I'm a winner, I'm going to win wooooo
I had to hustle hard, never give up
You should understand that I
Ain't really fuckin' around
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like
Checka-checka-checka-checka one two
Maybe if they tried to understand me
What should I do? I had
To feed my fuckin' family whoo, whoo

Hear my name ring the bells like in London
Big Ben, Guns N' Roses
This is Welcome to the Jungle
This is angelic demons
Insane sinners and evil
And trips that's out to Belgium
With Js spliffs and diesel
This is Amsterdam, Thailand
The rest of them I paid off
Call me top dog when I'm smoking
Yeah the J rock since a schoolboy I had a Q
And yeah my name popped bars like Lamar
King Kunta when the name drop
Argh, three years three tapes I
Made a milli stack
I ain't Lil Wayne but I'm about
To bring a milli pack
Got a billy packed, marijuana let it burn now
Spin it, let is smoke, that's a vroom vroom
Burnout argh
Yo play that sample motherfucka cough
I'm a winner

Turn your voice off
You ain't even speaking properly
Talking 'bout your jewelry
You ain't even into property
I'm Loki when I flow and go
Odin just like my bro i'm like Hazeus
Hercules like Nordic Greek mythology uh
I'm only thirteen with deadliest pills
I was spotting every dog like Cruella de Vil
I perfected every bar because
I'm better with skills
Yeah Jack n Jill even know that Chill's
Ahead of the hill like ugh
Call me Federer, run the net like I'm Tennis
Hit six on a pitch and then
Switch it like Michael Bevan
Shane Warne, rest in peace, when I spin
Throw the leggie
Wish you well, see me out on the street
Come and get it this is no time
Matter fact I'm on my own grind
Why focus on me? I got my dough crime
Why care about opinions when my bro's fine?
Wifey looking good with designer
Up on the clothesline
I'm at the Cypress Hill ganja farm
With a swisher and a ganja plant
Ricky Ponting when I punt it
Then I find the mark
Switch words all on a pitch
Boy I'm Michael Clarke
No cricket they chirp, no gimmicks
I don't play with a dog no more, Mic Ennis
Woolworths with the herb and the bush
Flip lettuce like Scrabble imma wrap up the
Game to flip letters, urgh

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrragh told em hate it or love it
I'm the game, smoke a 50
Kid is baked as an oven
Yeah the sweets superbad yeah
It taste like McLovin
And yeah the boy's Steve Martin
Ganja cheaper in dozens ugh
Fuck em all brother, I'm stuck in my old ways
Old days, COVID19 catching a cold case
Wearing Jordan 1s, sprained my ankle
I rolled Js
Yeah Chilly smoke the chilli through
Billies in whole days uh
Yeah the bong's lit, packing more
Killing motherfuckers like it's John
Wick Chapter 4
Shit, I'm in the Matrix, pack the tree
Numbers on the board I be Neo
You're Keanu Reaves
Please, I got bars for the shipments
It's PGA, I'm on par with the stick
On a queen with a ball and
The bars full of kicks
Jon Rahm off the hit, go hard for my shit uh
Break even, get parred, I ain't playing dirty
Big Eagle on the swoop
I don't play with birdies
Golf talk, Tiger Woods on my golf walk
Few really for my stick
Boy I'm in the golf war brrrrat