im chillin yea, im chillin
hit the blunt let the smoke rise to the ceiling
all i send is love to my competition

[Repsyte]:
got dank but its not about that
time to turn around rap
peace god now they know I'm really bout that
life
so sure I won't have to shout that twice
have you ever been to south central?
they can take you out simple
lay you down really
these niggas aint playin around with you
not a gangster but theres crips who
will bang it with no issue
because you claim you got a blood relative
hangin around with you
be careful of who says they're staying down with you
and being too proud will be leading the unproud to miss you
better believe i'll sacrifice my pride
have my possessions
I actually like my life
but i'll never put my rights aside
just because you might decide
it should all be over tonight
better know that i'll fight
let me keep flowing these rhymes
keep growing with time
leave alone the loner to write..
I'm just…

chillin yea, im chillin
hit the blunt let the smoke rise to the ceiling
all i send is love to my competition...

[Profit]:
Place me as different, cut from a different cloth
you have a different style, I have a tinder box.
I like to bust out a rap about whatever though
i think it keeps me sharp, keeps me clever, and on my toes.
Heaven knows I have a fire inside me
but as along as I keep breathing, dawg, that fire supplies me.
That desire is blinding, but even though my weakness shows
Stevie knows that won't deny me.
I'm so so irie but I'm an Irish kid
and I'm so-so rhyming.. but I like this shit!
Dont spite on this, I'm high as shit and I'm just puffin around.
You left your Mace at home? No Biggie dawg, we're runnin the town
Any threats present themselves, we peel off and we smash
cuz through all the drama my karma will pay off in laughs.
TMG and The Exception, dawg, we make all the tracks
you can relate to, now tell me, who has a problem with that??