Robert Goldwatch - Chilluminati lyrics

[Hook: Asher Roth Sample] Pay attention So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin' Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas In the cab huffin' gra**, f** it I puff puff pa** Pay attention So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin' Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas In the cab huffin' gra**, f** it I puff puff pa** Enough of that [Verse 1: Cxpk**er] I wanna be the God of the melodies & the beats I don't wanna stress when I see the number 20 on my receipts I wanna have n***as out their seats & b**hes on their feet Bowing to the king as they know that its me b**h I'm a cop k**er, fame damned, kicking a can Cause I ain't got a lot of money but I got a lot of fans That's why I'm cool as f** & my b**h is cool as f** Yours is basic, on Facebook, looking like a duck & I k** sh** n***a hit the k** switch n***a Riding with my boys like Lilo with Stitch n***a My third eye open, yall n***as blind Don't back stab a b**h, but I hit it from behind (hind hind) Grind, every day, every night Got a Waldo flow, very hard to find n***as think they cool just cause they got a nine Well I got a gold watch, but I still don't got time For you boys, n***as & all you b**hes Yeah I got money buy n***a I ain't the richest But I am the chillest cause I puff when I can Man I hit more trees than a blind Tarzan Got a collect call from nowhere, they say they're expecting me Just a small leaf on the family but I'm effecting the whole tree Just another trophy, on the top shelf Some believe in God, I believe in myself Rolled a blunt full of shame, pill bottle full of rage The love feels like hate, the air feels like a cage What are we doing man? Where are we going with this? When will Santa get his present? When will Cupid get his kiss? I grew up too fast, had my heart broken Don't bare arms but always keep my eyes open & I won't stop this till I get a finish call Got my mind going back & forth, tennis ball Its the cinnamon truth, very hard to swallow & the failure is hype, so I stay humble I just finished a song & three more after that Man I just got out the studio, can we just relax? & you ain't listening to Cxpk**er, you listening to hard work But once you're famous, all you're sniffing is hard work & yes I might be puffing, up in my attic But once you make it big, you're just another pill addict n***a I don't rep the west, I don't rep the east I don't rep the God, I don't rep the beast We think we're doing good but the governments set us up & they won't give up, till America is corrupt They still don't understand, they don't see what I f**ing see Cause its illegal to leave the way that I flee & I might say sh** that's a bit outrageous Then I get pissed off & I rip out pages While your crew stacking money, my n***as stacking coffins We don't go together like some allergies & some pollen Never see my shadow cause I'm never looking down & all I hear is footsteps cause I'm running this town Tear a page, write some sh**, go sheet after sheet & this ain't music, its motion over a beat Scribble, erase, sheet after sheet & this ain't hip hop, its poetry over a beat n***a [Hook]