Wesley Jamison - Chill (Prod. by Tac 4)

You wanna be us,
I see y'all,
You tryna be us,
No personality,
Nigga what,
Chasing me for the re up,
Step aside,
Boy don't go there,
Go there,
Take yo fake ass elsewhere
Get yo hand away from my hair,
Your hair,
Fake as fuck, what you doin'?
You wanna be us,
Cause them bitches on our nuts,
You tryna be us,
Lord have mercy, Jesus
Step aside,
Boy don't go there,
Trust, you don't wanna go there,
They know we got the juice now,
Bunch of wannabes.
Fantasy rappin',
Bout lives y'all ain't livin',
Imma show you i was chosen,
I was chosen.
Yeah we do it big,
Yeah we turnin' heads,
Your bitch dreams about them blond dreads,
DM said sh wanna give head,
She wanna give head.

You wanna chill baby,
Come chill with me,
I know you wanna chill baby,
Come chill with me,
You wanna chill with me,
I'm da real deal baby,
Come chill with me,
Come chill with me,
I know you wanna chill baby,
Come chill with me,
You wanna chill with me,
I'm da real deal baby.

Got da real ones by my side,
Whole lotta fake bitches be tryna ride,
They come out like roaches at night,
Bitch I'm too strong, no kryptonite,
Not only with the females,
I be seeing way too many bitch males,
They wanna be a part of the tale,
But not in the circle then you can't inhale,
Bitch!
If not in the circle then you can't inhale,
What happened to you,
You looking kinda pale,
I only just started,
You feeling so frail,
You feeling so frail,
And you're sounding so stale,
You try to copy, try to imitate,
But plastic cup will never be holy grail,
Brrr!
Excuse moi la c'est ta salope qui m'appelle,
The city knows my face now,
Hear the name in the whole town,
Got this shit on lockdown,
Xabitat gone get that crown.