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chas - tension (halfway cooked) lyrics

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[verse 1]
this has really been overdue, but time to spit it out right now

wasn’t even planning on this at all but y’all was looking for some clout

send a note like the branch yet when i drop you leaf, maple like toronto, scoring girls in my sleep, that’s a power play

writing up these lyrics like i’m ryan day, no i’m not talking sergei
bobrovski, i block and she still ‘tryna call me
opps ‘tryna ball we
playing another game
triple double, starting trouble, turn your rhymes, into rubble
they gon’ know our name
when i pull up to the game
they be screaming boone
now it’s time to skate on ashatoon

a kid wanted to meet me, he was from make a wish
when i asked for his name they said “ashton smith”

it’s when we play poker, you lose, throw away the two
when i show you my cards i bluffed you

gassing, cut straight to the bricks
toenails fall off, like your music after this
attack like a snake yet this is just a hiss
217 an hour and that’s just lies, since you can’t afford a razor that can shave those thighs
you have horrible fits and disgusting to see, looks like you picked them at five

man it’s so easy to diss you guys
just be sitting there, watching me thrive

yall some florida kids tryna start some drama
egos are inflated
coming in like kanye with the hey mama

really gotta make this clear to yall, dissing coleton out the blue ain’t right at all, wild how you think you on top, but not for long

altitude check, crash out, you’ll remember this fall

[verse 2+ halfway cooked]

woo shooters got him leashed up like they dropped an f from his name

stake your claim, state your name, be amazed
when you get nine shots from my burner

tina turner, simply the best, not impressed

your flow sound like cavemen discovered a booth, washington i can’t lie, can only give you the truth

your bars weak, i can’t save you
your style weak, i can’t save you
to the girls that drop these two men, i don’t blame you
lord forgive me i may have to drop these two, they my brothers but they dissin fools
you kiddin woo?
smith, you trippin dude?

krs paged, he wants his flow back, it’s a throwback, you’ll get some blow back

out, that is + too many twinks on that track, someone come run a train

it’s a no brainer+ i love rhyming next to you, it makes me look so tough

sot players getting sea sick when the flow gets rough

too much time on the rink, chasing the wrong kinda ice

fake money won’t hold back that poker vice, band for band, it doesn’t pay to play nice

drop the mic and pick it up again

million reps of that won’t make you look like me and mans

flexing muscles, casting shadows, enjoy the shade

cole in the dark, no role modelz, how your kids gon be raised

here’s the summary for you, fool, look
face us, your manhood’s took lord knows your bars show there’s such thing as halfway cooked

[verse 3+ tension]
woo kid like i ghostwrote the drizzy verse
second beat, music video, cut it up, put y’all in a he+rs+

hitting them weights if y’all don’t mind, then after hop on a track and recline
all your girls hit me up, i decline
when i drop, money gonna incline

innerscoop ‘tryna to make it big, nah you know they listen to us instead
the girls be hitting us up instead
one drop one ring, they be giving us head

rlsa finally became big once you put my name on it, had to bring in the fame, because you couldn’t stick a claim on it

don’t step towards me, got pain to meet out, bethel firewall works cuz they keep the heat out

y’all pay attention and listen to me now
if you try and diss back you’ll be seen as a clown

this diss ain’t light, we ready for a fight, check the time this all seems right, it’s another day and another night, the weekend comes by, it’s a blinding light

spittin’ on this mic, riding on a bike, skating on the ice, looking so nice, y’all getting wiped
the glass clear to see y’all throwing up the white

chicken rice broccoli you think that’s all i eat? watch me eat your careers, all you’ll taste is defeat

we playing madden or something on the pc, and things getting very heated in the vc
bars the only thing weaker than your vms
bet i’m not the only cp in your dms

speakers be blasting, we getting some attention
frames so thin might snap, call that tension

i took your name you was using it wrong
got them saying woo to this song, didn’t think we would come this hard, yet we dropped 7 minutes long

ashton and cayden throwing up shots, they always misses. meanwhile tara, blowing me kisses

instagram reels has really made you tweak, thinking you can rap but it’s all just weak
man, you guys have had enough
hope you two stop climbing up now, before you reach our peak

[outro]

cha+z:
should i say 6 minutes instead?

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