Chillin In My Crib
Album: Hate Loves Me
By: Mikhael X Blacque
By: Mikhael X Blacque
Duration
3:08
Genres
Description
Produced By JR Anthem (NY) Vocals and Recording by Mikhael X Blacque at home studio. Chillin In my crib was a song where the randomness and ability to be candid seemed to mesh as well as the east coast flavor of the beat and the lyrics as well.
Lyrics
V1 I got sumn on my mind I don’t know how to express it So im sippin on this mickeys wit a O E Open stressin Wish I had a milli id be on it like sex Neva got a deal aint that sumn im the best 99 problems n im lookin like a mess Money mode got me broke so im jus a lil depressed Otha day they tried 2 kill me had a pistol 2 my chest Guess them cats didn’t feel me Fuck it yo who want it next Super blessed breathin Countin figures in my livin room Everybody tell me what 2 do Yo I cant be like you Flyin super high dreams only get ya broker Aint fuckin with these tricks Im Sick o talkin 2 you jokers Some times I wanna disappear N pull a hocus pocus, its bogus I cant go nowhere n simply not be noticed Last year I lost focus Now its time 2 get it open Got the world upon my shoulders N I simply cant be broken Declare myself a living legend Early in this rap shit No more Nice Guy Word 2 donald trump its Mine The World N Im About 2 let it blow like Johnny depp Get super rich n fuck em all til I take my last breath (Hook) chillin in my crib im chillin drinkin liquor chillin in my crib I Feel like smoking wit ya went straight to my head V2 & 3 intro Lemme get a bottle o that alize Im feelin super nice now Pumped up pass the blunt Something bout 2 go down Fuck a hater anyway Even if they close to me Damnit this is thug livin That’s the way its sposed 2 be Born in 85 aint been alive since 93 I guess I died in early childhood Mama probably should aborted me The IQ of a genius The mentality to get it No ones ever had me figured Worldwide Mobbins how im livin Don’t you eva call me nigga Cuz im sicka than a kid wit HIV and cancer being born a fuckin midget Wicked like a 9-11 holiday on Christmas Life is tragic full o static that’s y im irratic trippin Passin on the booty til im filthy fuckin rich n I just wanna smash a model chic im tired o average bitches my cup is runnin low if yall could hold on for a minute ima come back quick n tell ya bout the lifestyle that im livin this is Y2k 11 Im in heaven you can hate it im debated by the greats n I aint even fuckin made it Im waitin on my day n I wont lie I feel impatient Like a bitch that just got raped cant wait to get a fuckin aids test
