[Lyric] NO CHILL BACKWOODS DEMO - 2014 (Kill Bill: The Rapper)

[Intro]
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Yo, listen

[Bridge]
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice-

[Refrain]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck that I’m on some other shit today

[Verse 1]
Yeah, smoking backwoods in the backwoods
We slip between the cracks
Blunted while I'm driving boy that misdemeanors back, dope without the dope
What type of triple beam is that?
Got no drive?
Got no flash
You will get deleted, fact
404 road for my path ended white screen with black text, I had to take it back
I thought they might scream in black text
I grabbed another bagging
It's a pipe dream, a hash sesh
Caught in Lady Luck and man
Wе might even have sеx
California kush; my people stay sedated
I party all week to keep my evils satiated
I'll never stop trying until my people make it, make it man
We unclassed, no bus pass
I'll ride until I die, hoe
This the summer rich July bro
I used to dream of being signed, but now I'd rather die slow
That's what you get for f-f-fucking with them demons and things ain't what they seeming
[Chorus]
Ayo, people, people, people never satisfied laying where their passion lies
Throw in the clique, just throw in the clique
People, people, people live their saddest lives shorty got the fattest thighs
Got hoes on my dick, got hoes on my dick
People, people, people just sit and looking down from the weakest steeple evil, ayo

[Bridge]
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm dipping I think with malice
Holla, no chill, holla, holla, no chill
Say holla, holla, no chill, holla, holla, yuh

[Verse 2]
Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
I'm Ficus, burning bush, I turned to Christ then burned a book
It turned to ice; I learned to cook it
Work at night, I turned and booked it
But biiitch, I ain't been tripping
Technology squared, my angle's missing
Open ended, Where to go? I hope it's different soon
I'm sick of job interviews, They're looking for a different dude
Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
White-lies dancing, starting to creep into the truth
[Chorus]
Holla, no chill, say holla, holla, no chill
People, people, people never satisfied laying where their passion lies
Throw in the clique, just throw in the clique
People, people, people live their saddest lives shorty got the fattest thighs
Hoes on my dick, got hoes on my dick
People, people, people just sit and looking down from the weakest steeple evil, ayo

[Bridge]
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice I'm dipping I think with malice
Holla, holla