Chaos - Def Jam lyrics

All Black Chucks with Camoflauge strings gold aglets to match . Ha What do I care just black it all out with warpaint and Camo, Woulfe I'm an Atlanta artist with some sk** I lace up in camo and go for the k** No go for the slaughter my motion to bills On a road to a Billie a whole lotta bodies My flows leonidus approaching a million Soldiers my weapons can hold em and then overthrow em I'm only opening here I won't sign a deal if the zeros ain't right And I still own Chao but they still get a bite If these wing wolves were hunting for hundreds No signing for money We signing for us to take flight Reckless and ratchets, steps toward the apprehension Of power, sector of a**a**ins, checks for the cash And tech for the rappers Execs are just totalitarian ba*tards But next up is Castro. . Next up is CASTRO Efforts unmatched, and connects with the pack But give chicks no attachment Even in messages, not texting back I'm seconds from snapping, someone help me relax My n***as got Cannons, they nick you with Drums that connect to the straps And leave necks in your lap But I'm real had no beef with these n***as but think I can't grill then You end up flipped with a spatula Film the revolt and I still will appeal to the ma**es Like let's inhale all of this gas Then derail every track that I get on I'm not just a spitta I'm Shakespeare who lived in the trap With my feelings detached, I got rid of em Back with the kids who already put kids in a casket But I'm not like that, I'm just chilling be careful my friends probably k** you over The Pack Chaoti still tryna cop me a meal Not enough zeros Do not wanna a deal And still got my freedom not stopping my will And my Partnas still got me Chaos keep it real I hope all of you listening know Castro the totalitarian Smother your mother to just get a chance to embarra** Whoever you thought was the hardest becoming a target He better have some one to carry His casket I'm going for a**ets And carrying rap in a satchel, the strap start to tear up My shoulders been liftin but that's from me whippin the weight of hip hop on my back (authoritarian) In tippy top shape, since 50 got paid Homies whippin his white like the kids misbehaved Damn skippy I'm great, a mixture of greats I'm the sickness invented to k** all your favs I'm six feet away still diggin my grave But I will not be slaved and I will get my pay My people must eat so don't wanna deal Just give me a meal. . . Then we straight Chaoti still tryna cop me a meal Not enough zeros Do not wanna a deal And still got my freedom not stopping my will And my Partnas still got me Chaos keep it real And I just want you to know