License to Trill
Chris Crack
[Verse:]
Truth really is living life, I ain’t here to fight
I’m a lover, we can talk but that’s undercover
I seen Syd from The Internet at Milly’s don’t try to kill me
Just hide your feelings, and I still don’t got hoes
On my ugly, fat, nigga basis, I don’t even mean to take it
Like my shit stirred so don’t shake it, fake shit go down hard
With no chaser, I don’t go aces, order a whole lot of food
And don’t eat it, appetizers, a tub of salad, and four pizzas
I’mma look God in his eyes, tell him I punched every line
Who I’m fooling, smoking Illuminati OG with Julian
Just hooligans doing this