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chef chainey - i'm here lyrics

[verse 1: chef chainey]

bars on bars on bars you can’t deny the kid is so ill
audemars & fancy cars are you n-ggahs fo’ real
these n-ggahs ouchea lying, you can’t even deny it
you lying on your timing call these mothaf-ckahs mayans
would’ve switched the style but then again the game is my b-tch
all these haters fallin’ one by one like hailey’s comet
i won’t reserve my comment
these n-ggahs ouchea bombin’
out, all these body counts
are so f-ckin’ alarmin’
wow, you can bring em out
see what they about
if they shout, you can call em out
squad won’t even vouch
i’m from the south, that’s without a doubt
dirty f-ckin’ mouth
you tryna count, open up accounts but you be on your couch
i’m not tryna hand out advice
like these rappers actin so nice
all their rhymes ain’t even tight
but they wanna talk about price
okay!
i’m just tryna f-ck a few dyk-s
who nasty enough to take pipe
she calling me misogynistic but if we f-ckin’ then it’s alright (christ)
i done lost my mind (yikes)
call me one of a kind (ayt)
crazier but i’m fine
keep sending chills down my own spine
acting like the game is all mine
everything is falling in line
like digital clocks at midnight
pretty soon it’s gonna be time
chef

[bridge: chef chainey]

they never knew the kid could ever spit like this
they used to overlook me now they gettin’ p-ssed
you get the gist? i’m not the one to 2nd guess
you got a list? now that i’m here your favourite gon’ be 2nd best
i must confess i’ve never really cared bout haters
but now these n-ggahs praying that we never make it
it’s crazy cuz i’m not even a little famous
but they feel the energy, & they f-ckin’ hate it

[verse 2: chef chainey]

& now i’m going outta my mind i swear to god i’m going so hard (hey!)
catch me at your local show i get it jumping like i’m so charged (hey!)
i be playin’ all the right cards
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the wrong broads
i ain’t playin’ games with these fake lames i show em flames like the sun god
if you bump my sh-t then you the sh-t
shout out to hypnotic kid
shout out all fans you mothaf-ckahs give me confidence
now i’m going crazy
they call that boy chef chainey
used to be so lazy now i’m k!lling n-ggahs daily
& i’m ghost

- chef chainey lyrics

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