Born to strive, I‘ll always thrive
Rap is my morning drive
I recall being all deprived
Now I write songs and perform ‘em live
I‘ve toured and flied across borders, I‘ve
Crowd-surfed, done all sorts of dives
Dimes faint when touching my jordan fives
Our name is buzzing like hornet hives
C.H.I double L, you know how the name is spelt
Chill Bump we done made ourself
A name without a dumb label‘s help
Microphones, we done made ‘em melt
Turned turntables to piles of ash
My crew bout the craft
As long as Bankal got a new sound to blast:
Pass my pad and two pounds of hash
And move out our path, cause you clowns is ass
Dudes‘ styles is wack, your new album‘s trash
The blind lead the blind, and whose down to last ?
See, we bound to stay and you bound to pass…
And I know the name will live on the day my clique gone
I guess I am blessed like Drake and Big Sean
But glad that our lives ain‘t a sitcom that they can pick on
We ain‘t wanna make a hit song
To embrace the fame and create a shitstorm
We just wanna travel, play then get gone
Get paid to rap and live safely, withdrawn
Live calmly, nothing fancy
We authentic and that‘s what the fans see
Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
Oh yeah…
Fuck what they say. We here to stay
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. Oh yeah…
Props to kids who copped my disc
Who got my name on their top five list
Top of the line, y‘all got my gist ?
We got rhymes to make you drop lifeless
Your squad‘s signed, but they ain‘t hot like this
Y‘all shining, but the plot might twist
I leave rappers in the spotlight pissed
Ain‘t a mean asshole that can block my fist
Peace to you fans who keep compiling
These tracks like they some unique compoundings
Fiending every time we release these albums
Guaranteed, there won‘t be nothing weak about ‘em
Beat after beat, keep your speakers pounding
Theme after theme, we leave people wilding
B and I are beasts, we be styling
We the foulest team since Zeke and Shaolin
And we all about quality over quantity
That‘s what we stand for, we growing constantly
No pressure, it ain‘t no anomily
Fuck a fake front that‘s what no one wants from me
Fuck fame and your fake ass fantacy
We authentic and that‘s what the fans can see
Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
We up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
Oh yeah…
Fuck what they say. We here to stay
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. Oh yeah…
Rap is my morning drive
I recall being all deprived
Now I write songs and perform ‘em live
I‘ve toured and flied across borders, I‘ve
Crowd-surfed, done all sorts of dives
Dimes faint when touching my jordan fives
Our name is buzzing like hornet hives
C.H.I double L, you know how the name is spelt
Chill Bump we done made ourself
A name without a dumb label‘s help
Microphones, we done made ‘em melt
Turned turntables to piles of ash
My crew bout the craft
As long as Bankal got a new sound to blast:
Pass my pad and two pounds of hash
And move out our path, cause you clowns is ass
Dudes‘ styles is wack, your new album‘s trash
The blind lead the blind, and whose down to last ?
See, we bound to stay and you bound to pass…
And I know the name will live on the day my clique gone
I guess I am blessed like Drake and Big Sean
But glad that our lives ain‘t a sitcom that they can pick on
We ain‘t wanna make a hit song
To embrace the fame and create a shitstorm
We just wanna travel, play then get gone
Get paid to rap and live safely, withdrawn
Live calmly, nothing fancy
We authentic and that‘s what the fans see
Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
Oh yeah…
Fuck what they say. We here to stay
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. Oh yeah…
Props to kids who copped my disc
Who got my name on their top five list
Top of the line, y‘all got my gist ?
We got rhymes to make you drop lifeless
Your squad‘s signed, but they ain‘t hot like this
Y‘all shining, but the plot might twist
I leave rappers in the spotlight pissed
Ain‘t a mean asshole that can block my fist
Peace to you fans who keep compiling
These tracks like they some unique compoundings
Fiending every time we release these albums
Guaranteed, there won‘t be nothing weak about ‘em
Beat after beat, keep your speakers pounding
Theme after theme, we leave people wilding
B and I are beasts, we be styling
We the foulest team since Zeke and Shaolin
And we all about quality over quantity
That‘s what we stand for, we growing constantly
No pressure, it ain‘t no anomily
Fuck a fake front that‘s what no one wants from me
Fuck fame and your fake ass fantacy
We authentic and that‘s what the fans can see
Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
We up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
Oh yeah…
Fuck what they say. We here to stay
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. Oh yeah…
( Chill Bump )
www.ChordsAZ.com